(Let me start this over real quick...) I admit, homie I take responsibility for every heart that I broke I hope one day they could forgive me, though So many times, I've pulled up to the edge and choked Incremental progress every time I get a little more close And what I leave behind, you won't find a note There's a testimony in each and every song that I wrote And you may ask, "MG, why you goin' for broke?" And, to be honest, I still don't really know