Ab Creole is down with us
And Good Medicine is down with us
You know that Ameezy is down with us
Yo who the fuck are you?
Damn they called my bluff
It's been a long time
Ya'll never heard of us, that's fine
I've been Vibin' since Tribe was Marauding through Midnights
A follower of Styles of the Fellowship, Free
To create me through mixtape spacing
And I remember when a Resurrection saved me
My Sense was in Common with this fool I never seen
From a city that I know I've never been to
But it rained plus he, felt the pain like me
Influenced by PE & BDP
Ice Cube, Roy Ayers & Bob Marley
My headphones then, were my only company
I was awkward socially, never fit into a peer group
Imagine growing up with only music there to hear you
It's only there to heal you, pierce to the root
It can hurt while it moves you and shock you to life
What else would I do ya'll, if I didn't write, record & perform songs
Options are long gone and far out of sight
Because I remember 1995 "it's a suicide"
Felt like it's Me Against The World plus I was Ready To Die
Scribing with my first pad, pen
Listening to Pac when they sniped him
Damn
Now I'm still writing, reciting & rocking with a mic in palm
It's like 10 years gone and I can't stay calm
They still got me feeling Trapped like a walking time bomb
And I need this now more than I ever have
Call it hip-hop, rock, soul, blues or the jazz
Music of the future
Fuck bringing it back