Let me tell you a story
About a little kid that never gave up
See, used to go school but hated it since day one, hm
Day one, maybe you liked it on occasions
But the more I love the story, is there was something more
He was chasing
Kids used to bullying for being fat
Used to call it Mel Grande
I leave it to you to decipher that
Then this little kid found a pen
Then proceeded to find a pad
Then he listened to Eminem
Then became a G-Unit fan
Then he listened to Mr. West
Wanted dinner graduation class
Had many men on repeat
But every turn he finished last
And every day grew more arrested
Caring way like a poor bearer
Losing faith to more errors
Couldn't escape, need more treasure
Had to get things off his chest
Went to sleep, but couldn't rest
Needed hope, but wasn't blessed
No escape, just building stress
This way the story defines him (Ayy)
A change in the wind adjusting the climate (Wore)
This way he broke all the silence
Develop the sound and couldn't deny it (Ayy)
This way, the tide of the change
And the mind rearranged on in the face
Somebody has something to say
He would just turn the cheek kept looking away (Yeah)
I got blindside and flashing lights
My mind trying, hypnotized on autopilot
They want the crown, don't got the knowledge
Told them shit took over decade
Told them that I'll be the one
Like a Sensei on this shit, don't worry about
Rent pay on my wheels
Yeah, this my Segway, let me hold out the ego
Love silence more than all these people
Fake friends, let me show you what is lethal
Shake hands with fakes make you equal
It's going over your head
Put your crown worth if I got no head
You first time work when you really said
Be still, keep talking dead presidents
Got no theme song
No Blackberry, just dreams strong, this track heavy
Just be warned that I'm that ready
Just be warned that I'm that ready
