"[1: Bad Dreams]
My destiny to slang slangs in this rap thang
Gift of game from pops like my last name
Even though I fell in love from the first boom bap
In the goon trap I didn't know that he would soon rap
I was just a young buck trying to fill my lungs up
Brainy cards played the odds. You could call it dumb luck
Good times, Moving On Up to What was Happening
The Facts of Life made the Different World we was rapping in
Teachers seen the mind on me, streets seen the crime on me
I seen the music but I thought it wasn't time for me
But patiently I was painting up the pages
Mistakenly waiting for permission to spit my greatness
Then I heard KRS-One spit poetry
I know I got some flows, B. I'm a make ‘em notice me
Damn! What the hell was I waiting for?
If I'd a known the game was this raw I would have played before
Now I try to quit but I can't give it up
Microphone addiction to the d**h, I never get enough
Microphone precision from the best, you better get a cut
‘cause now I'm on some bullsh** and haters, y'all can lick it up
Shout out to Ferguson, soldiers never giving up
Hustle never stops ‘til the truth is getting lifted up
Bring the tear gas, weird a**. We don't give a f**
‘cause all we do is read, teach, protest and get it crunk
[2: A.D. Carson]
One thing I lack is patience—
So if you see me waiting it isn't because I'm taking
Time for granted. I been managing to seem to be okay with the
Trajectory that settles me to maybe lean to making up
Where I be lacking, and inhabit that whole other world
Where beauty is reflected in the self, and not by Cover Girls
Dudes who we respect connect to more than being mannish
It's not like it's gone vanish. It's not that we can't manage our vices
It would be nice to be normal to see us positive
But realistically, I know the truth, and n***as gotta live
I gotta give it one hundred and ten percent of my effort
You don't just go from zero to being respected
So I'll let it be my legacy to be the one who said it and meant it
It's bullsh** we live through, but we ain't invent it
So you can Stevie me with your decency speeches
I'm teaching we are masters of fates that we are presented
And I ain't trying to quit, so I can't give it up
Word to the words—keep the Dead Poets spirits up
Words be surface to the monuments we building up
And living in, and it begins with you stopping to listen up
Shout out to getting up, making the change happen
Making ‘em pay attention. Not waiting to be the action
Not waiting to be the victim, but taking ‘em to the task they were given
‘Cause this is life, not waiting to have permission to live it."