If chef Boyardee was alive, I would shake his hand
Cause I grew up on his food when I was a little man
Campbell's too, microwavable food

Cut a slit in the wrapper, cook until meal protrudes

Stouffer's spaghetti hungry man's chicken packed in ice

Cause ma was too tired to cook after working all night
Homework in my back pack, got school tomorrow
Alarm clock buzzing, little teeth brushing


In class asking teacher for a pencil to borrow
On the playground, from all the games I was excluded

Never included, so called friends deluded
Never got the hint until I was completely secluded


Forget it, who needs 'em anyway
One day, I'll be the one y'all listen to everyday
Made my silent promise as I turned and walked away

Promised myself from my dream I'll never go astray

Started off as author, next my dream was football star

Writing again, but to music, seems I didn't stray too far
Writing to beats with snare drums and the occasional guitar
Gonna write until these A&R jaws are left ajar



I believe the fear of death exists in us all

Parents whispering goodbye to their kids in complete dismal
Praying just how could it be that way?
Why did you take him away?


Kids should never go before their parents pass away
The cycle of life must have been thrown off

If I die young, I fear for my mom and pa
I don't know how they would cope knowing that I'm gone


When just a couple years ago, they lost their oldest son
I don't believe my purpose involves dying young
I wanna change the world and usher in a new time to come

I believe my time will come, I just gotta have patience

A hospital in debt man I gotta have patients

And wait for it to unfold
I just hope this happens before my body turns cold
And I'm looking down on myself from the eyes of my soul


I strive to pull rap up out of this black hole
To women and money is where, we have sold our soul

And all we ever needed was some self-control but
God's calling, to heaven my soul is risen


Funny how when you're dead people start to listen