[Verse 1]
Not the typical rhymer
I'm kinda residin' on the side of the spectrum
Normally reserved for taped spectacles
A bookworm as a kid
Expressin' no interest in
The art of hip-hop or the
Rest of the music industry
My purpose was a mystery
My drive and ambition
Were lackin' a mission
While stackin' up dishes
In back of the kitchen
No end in sight at a dead end job
But I kept my trap snapped more than Silent Bob
The lack of pa**ion was tragic
The ugly duck of the pageant
But who could imagine
Where the magic would finally happen
I surely didn't
I couldn't envision
Ever listenin'
Let alone I would ever be spittin' it
[Hook]
I'm gone down that lonely road once I go
Burned out tonight and I'm headed home
And I'm close to the place I know
Burned out tonight and I'm headed home
[Verse 2]
I happened on a rapper with the
Last name of Fiasco
And his Food and Liquor
Had a lasting impact on my past
And my future
I consumed it and quickly moved to The Cool
And it was fire, I aspired to be just like him
To inquire and inspire others just like him
Fire verses with a purpose
Where the lights don't dim
Mix intelligence and relevance
With money, cars and elegance
And never make a record
With sole objective of dividends
No intention of givin' in
Temptation of livin' in
The biggest of stages
Flip the pages in my book of wisdom
And signal this Chapter 1
Assuredly more to come
As I grow as an artist
My hardest hasn't been spun
On the vinyl, my recitals
Incite the sight of asylums
Payin' homage to the kings
Like a tithe
'til it's my time, I abide
And write rhymes
While I'm sittin', ridin' the pine
And prepare to take the reins
When's it's my moment to shine
[Hook]