It’s all I got in my life,
Just trying to make things right
Cause I’ve been up, I’ve been down
But in the end, we got this sound
So it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright

And that’s all I’ve ever had, my music, my pen and my pad
Some revolutionary thoughts from my dad
And from my mom the gift of gab
And now I’m up in the lab, improvising the track, bringing it back
Over snares and drum kicks, keys and bass licks
While the hi hat ticks, underlined with some lyrics
The energy’s flowing, we keeping the vibe alive
In the home studio, with the cutie singing the hook
While the fellas cook the production, arrangement and verse
Writing words, sipping juice in the listening booth
Just wanna be living proof, you can go from your living room
To la cantina, then to sold out arenas
I just stayed a busy dude, on the grind, chiseling too
Never worry about sissy fools
saying “is he cool?” or, “what did he do?”
cause my whole life, been singing this pretty tune
And only now you know who you been listening to…

My heads overflowing with poems
swollen and growing, but no one knows
Just if the skull holding it all in is all that it’s cracked up to be
But I don’t’ give a fuck, let me get you up to speed
My whole life I’ve been told, that the life that I chose
Wasn’t right and the road that I was on wasn’t controlled
And I, needed some guidelines, some, rules to abide by
And, so I’d hide my, true feelings inside my
Chest, got me stressed, cause I knew that unless
I addressed how I felt, expressing myself
Would get, harder to do, I’d start, harbouring too
Much resentment, I’m smarter than you
Would like to give me credit for
So I encrypt my message, hidden in a metaphor
I sit back, and watch the letters form, words
And as those words form a song
I realize the music’s all I had all along, all along

This is all I have, so listen to my rap
I sit with my rhyme pad, scripting a tight track
And if you don’t like that, you can be kissing my white ass
It’s like that, so if you think that my rhymes phat
Then turn the beat up, catch the rhythm and lie back
Observe the way we ride the kicks and the hi hats and
feel it till your body starts to twitch and your spine cracks
And climax, once the volume is turned up, the words come
Music was always my first love,
Nobody ever taught me to work up
The courage to be heard and drop these verses I learn from
So if you heard what I said, and it’s been burned in your head
And you can understand the reason that I yearn to express
What I yearn to express, when I’m hurt or depressed
Or I’m stressed, this is my purpose till death