[Verse One: Cormega]
A scheme that lacks vision is blind ambition
Clarity maximizes potential
I've witnessed many barred with death
For comfortable living that wasn't fulfilling
Like soul food I've come from the kitchen
The appetite was sacrifice for my children
Hindsight is twenty/twenty
Insight - is understanding I did wrong to get right
The game changed when it claimed Fritz life
It's a gamble some play with fixed dice I roll different
Way I was dealing didn't measure up on weighing convictions
Now the only time I'm facing a sentence
Is starring at poetic implications of Realness
Free game only reprise pain and tension
Street's recognize my name is familiar

[Narration: Russell Simmons]
One thing we had when the gang's left is the Five Percenters
Pre and after
And that's where the fly shit came
You know? Cause those n***as could speak wisdom
You'kno'what'I'mean? And the vibe and the way they spoke was a New York thing
Especially a Brooklyn and Queens thing
And Cormega epitomized all of that
He was amazing, a vocalist that...
That stood out a as one of New York's finest
[Verse Two: Cormega]
If you needed a reminder, my deep lines you need design
Redefined elite writing on a higher scale being provided
Never run on the plug, could easily find you
You need to be wiser, moving forward
People will try to misguide you
Follow your path, leave them behind
Don't look back, rearview mirrors for hind views
Keep your eyes on the road, signals and signs
Stay in YOUR lane, not out of line
Lack of precision causes bad decisions
Like the Knicks impassive interest for signing Bernard King
Imagine him, Patrick and Strickland if a chance was given
It's like the path to winning detoured by apprehension
It's the greatest adversary against potential
Can take you places, hesitation has yet to get to
It's destination, preparation is essential