Written By: Nicolas “Y1” Pullen


(Introduction)

If you hear me in your ear drums right now, that's the sound of being finally original. Let's go.

(Verse 1)

If you grin and bear the pain it doesn't last as long/
Son its cold out there put a jacket on/
I'm like yes momma Ima be the best momma/
Flow on big red but imma stay winter fresh momma/
My heart heavy but I travel light/
I hate death but I value life/
My spirits somethin hard to break like an alley fight/
So if you don't hear me in the first,Guess I'll see you in the afterlife/
Ugh *Butthead voice*
Eighty niner,Natural born grinder/
Should have been a contestant on survivor/
From the dirt bottom, he rose to the role of a model/
Because he pieced things together like MacGyver/
There's been a lot of aches and pains that try to change the pace of things/
But I just let it heal and walk it off like and ankle sprain/
You gon need a whole playground built just to get the swing of things/
Cream from the crop what a Twinkie thing/

(Verse 2)

I don had my share of that,I don had my share of this/
Let some people go out of my circle they're to square for this/
I don had my share of chicks that I would give it all to get married with/
But didn't understand me as if I was speaking Arabic/
It's hard to see single parents like to kill husbands/
Them food stamps come in handy when your ribs touching/
Two jobs working all day long and I'm still struggling/
Bus early, chasing that bad boy like Will running/
This world bugging where's the pesticides at/
Trying to make this land mine like I stepped in Iraq/
They just trying to hold me back and leave me on the plantation/
No mule, but imam get my forty acres rap-parations/
Where's the love because I'm past hate/
Rising twice as hard because I'm a cancer in a crab sate/
Baltimore till my back break,even though it's just a little spec/
That little spec gon get this big man a check cuz Y1 is up next/

(Verse 3)

To all my, realers and skateboards on the grind/
Open your blinds or whatever you're hiding behind/
Instead of following a guaranteed path that won't fail/
Why don't you make your own detour and leave a trail/
No need to be a snail,Pick up the pace,Hold your breath and you'll suffocate/
Cuz I'm from a city where people love to hate/
Hard times fluctuate,and stressed is how you gon feel/
Thats the hand you were given it depends on how you deal/
You're a beautiful woman be not ashamed/
You ain't got to lose your clothes to make your pockets gain/
No matter how many dollars obtained we gotta change/
Put that rooster in a cage no need to cock and aim/
It's not a game so I don't play it as such/
Everybody want piece of mind but I don't pay it as much,Hold up/
If I ain't learn nothing from Michael Jackson while he was living/
It's that up is something we should be giving,I was born to be different/