Every day...I’m in the world doing ministry/ Every night I’m dreaming what God can do through me/ Talent is disguised as hard work and long nights/ Yea you see my arrival it's been a long flight/ I started rapping over cats who could barely beat box/ They would go off beat every time my heat dropped/ It was then I decided I could do it better accapella/ I guess that’s why I am an I can do it on my own kinda fella/ I’ll never forget the pawn shop where my jaw dropped/ I bought that Tascam Portastudio with my small guap/ Saw the mic I needed but knew I couldn’t afford it/ I had the mixer now but had no mic for the recording/ Went home feeling like I was about to lose it/ So I sat down with a pen and started to write down new music/ I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was pursuing/ All I knew was what I was working on was deeper than amusement/

Started working with my pops saving the money that I got/ Once I finally had enough you know what I bought/ I gripped that mic in my hand convinced that this was fate/ I was so shure of my future I copped an SM-58/ Started rapping over Pac thinking about the changes we could make/ Feeling like Nas wondering how much one mic could take/ I made a mixtape back then that wasn’t mixed properly/ Showed it to some friends who said that rapping is not for me/ They cracked jokes saying rappin is for black folks/ that’s whack tho I’m colorblind when I rhyme I stack quotes/ Hoping your open enough to let em go to your medulla/ Forget what my skin is cuz my pigment shouldn’t affect your ruler/ Please measure me based upon my content cuz your conscience has been seared by hearing lyrical nonsense/ pagan idolatry they going for monopoly/ my odyssey is to show the godless who God is properly/

I’m not the best and I’ll never claim to be that/ But I’ll never hide my face from any race no ski mask/ This is me if you don’t like it you can ride out/ Only when my heart stops beating will this music die out/ I downloaded cool edit pro & started dropping lines/ I wasn’t close to pro I got off beat most of the time/ I am sitting here now trying to learn this Pro Tools/ but this new osx update got me about to go fool/ Keeps freezing up and then the menus disappear/ I can barely mix don’t have it mastered but listen here/ I speak truth when I rap hopefully real recognizes real/ Or are you so fake that you can’t handle how I feel/ Rappers are pathetic now living off fake credit now/ My studio is paid off gear was all bought on debit wow/ how am I gonna make it in this dog eat dog industry/ never quit being real bout why I’m here...welcome to my ministry/