My timely birth was a notion half thought of/
but I realize my soul has a different per-son-a/
this is how I make it, not really meant to actually break it/
not trying to fake it, nor trying to shake it/
but my goals, I'm trying to take it/
and thus makes me a deacon of block, cuz everybody can relate it/
so trust this, if you can relate, I'll say it for you, fuck this/
we tried everything to make a living for a buck, shit/
its like holding a spear to ya heart, just to speak, you must thrust this/
I've been locked up for deep soul food, so I want my poetic justice/
well, just a spirit trial, but my mind wild/
and how I carry myself, I'm living life like a freestyle/
Free Mind, Free Heart, Free for all to some/
Free to think whatever, and however I want but I can't find freedom/
can't find a leader, thus I must make mine/
and I quit smokin' and drinkin' cuz I couldn't "Get By"/
and my for my mind, too expose, its sick like it has leprosy/
so its filled dangerous vocabulary like it was late like unexpected pregnacy/
and I think about all of this, while I'm tellin' ya'll this story/
It's my persona, but take yours for your own personal glory/