[Spoken]
I rebelled with that hard New York shit embedded in me
I was critical and mad
Proverbial old man yelling at the cornballs to "Get the fuck off my yard"
My anger wasn't bringing me to understanding
Determined to speak to all, I road-tripped through different styles, perceptions, and perspectives
I realized that what I could learn out there was invaluable
That there is truth everywhere
And that truth, in its nature, has to be universal
But while I won't exist in a vacuum
I realized I'm here to be an ambassador for the working man
And they need me more than ever
I always had known where I should be in my heart
And I was finally comfortable where I am
Or at least I knew that I had to be
In order for my soul and my spirits to look up
And in turn, lift those around me
I had to be loyal to the truth, to the mission, to my intent
And if that means knocking at the door that they never answer
Then fuck it, I'ma bang that shit with the funkiest rhythm my soul can muster
Because in the end, it's only gon' be as righteous, as full, as real as we felt while we was in it
It's only gon' be as good as we intended