[Intro: Malcolm X]
Some of the events, or repetition of the events
We have to go to the root
We have to go to the cause
Dealing with the condition itself is not enough

[Verse 1]
This is not reaction channel, this is not ya average
Driving thru the city dawg, the lights are always flashin'
You could take my pesos
You can’t take away my passion
I'm so fucking pretty, you would thought it was a pageant
She say that she ready, I'm about to work my magic
I’m straight out of the book
I'd say it's pretty perfect casting
Money coming steady in, I'm pouring into fashion
The thoughts camе, so anyway I started blasting

[Chorus]
Author of my story, baby
Author of my story
Author of my story, baby
Author of my story
Author my own story, baby
Author my own story
Author of my story, baby
Author of my, of my story
[Interlude: Malcolm X]
Stop sweet-talking it!
Tell him how you feel
Tell him how, what kinda hеll you been catching
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin
To such extent that you bleach
To get like the white man

[Verse 2]
I was off the deep end, I hadn't been sleeping
Brush it off quick
When the thoughts start creeping, and uh
Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth
Knowledge of it made me wanna put an end to myself
But fuck it
Came a long way from that innocent kid
Stars shine and they die, I'm only here for a time
I'll live as long as I try, and then my limit hits
It's like, I was logged in, and then the system quit
I won’t forget, I keep a pen and pad handy
For every word she says, you won’t catch me slip
I'm an author with writers’ block
And my posture shows I been carrying boulders
With me that I don't know how to drop
Man, that hit the spot
I been seeing a therapist for my problems
Wanted someone who would let me talk
It makes no difference, really it's just an obstacle
My typewriter jamming, I guess I just need to lift the top
Take the paper off
[Interlude: Malcolm X]
If he's not ready to clean his house up
He shouldn’t have a house
It should catch on fire
And burn down

[Chorus]
Author of my story, baby
Author of my story
Author of my story, baby
Author of my story
Author my own story, baby
Author of my story
Author of my story, baby
Author of my story, yuh

[Bridge]
Author my own story
Won't catch me lacking brodie
God, He want me be holy
Should put a tracker on me
Writing rhymes for my timeline, I'm never lonely
Big dawg, bigger plan
Wait 'til you read the story

[Outro: Malcolm X]
So the only way we're going to get some of this
Oppression, and exploitation
Away from us, or aside from us
Is come together against the common enemy