As I took my first steps, "Rock with you" played in the background
Michael Jackson hit my soul like a spazzed crowd
All energy, being fresh was a friend to me
80's baby with 2000 tendencies
I used to have two Mike jackets with the zippers
One red, one white I couldn't figure which was sicker
One day I left the red one on a Grey Hound bus
When I realized it, all I felt was disgust
Headed to Cali, the year was 1985
Me & my momma, I was just a little guy
The same year, that they had the Summer Olympics
& since then, my brain has been a gymnast
Jumping hurdles & puffing purple, we live this
I guess that's why my style is so damn exquisite
Cuz whatever my brain visits, it takes pictures
& it stores em in an album sealed with beautiful stitches
Ya'll gotta understand to me this all fitness
To keep the brain in shape & away from ya'll b**hes
I've always been about the mind but know I've reached my spirit
& lately I've gotten physical but Naw not for appearance
I'm working my lungs for larger oxygen consumption
& making sure my heart & blood are properly pumping
I'm like Pun, I lost some pounds I'm trying to live
I'm even lifting weights so I can crack ya f**in ribs
But I ain't violent, ha , that's only if you insist
I move with peace but with problems that peace could switch
& look ya'll need to stop with that "Hip hop is dead" sh**
First of all, he's a genius is the reason Nas said it
He knew you'd get excited & go out & buy it
& everytime they spoke against it you would get loud & fight it
& it would bring out all the real cats that love to spit
& all the money chasers would say "f** that hip hop sh**"
& in the end it would it would prove what hip hop did
& yeah, hip hop changed but kid, hip hop lives
You can stay with the same old mind state & cry
Or you can elevate your mind & move along with the times
Ain't sh** changed but the faces & names
& if you stopped the complaints you'd see some legends still play
But I guess ya'll were raised to complain & hate
I was raised to respect my momma & be great
Respect cuz if not she'd smack the sh** outta face
& cuz she gave me gems as a kid that I still live by today
& she's the one that introduced me to Marvin & my first MJ
The one that sang, not the greatest in the NBA
Cuz you know he came when I was a little bit older
By then I expiernced that the world was a little bit colder
I had seen Latin Kings bang before I was a teen
& saw my first murder by the time Mike joined the team
I saw him & Scottie fight Pistons like they were in a ring
& those losses hurt deep ... they would sting
But those were the things that made Mike a king
The same things they gave all Chicago 6 rings
Determination, hardwork & a dream
See my parents showed me that before I saw it on screens
See, they fed me books,movies & CD'S
& You know they say that you are what you eat
So of course ... I began to feast
I was a teen when I started to see movies in my sleep
You may call em dreams but to me they were TV
Images you would see on Macs,Tablets & Pc's
So graphic, details were so cla**ic
I felt like I fell & I would wake up frantic
Crazy, it felt like I physically hit the mattress
Looking around like "what the f** happened?"
I later learned the dream was me fighting anxiety
I guess cuz I always wanted there to be five of me
Crazy kid, always wanted to be everywhere
sh** but even one of me for ya'll ain't fair
Back in Highschool I was down with every single soul
Latin Kings, Vice Lords & Foes [4ch]
Ball players,nerds,good girls & hoes
I never cared about image, I only cared about soul
I wasn't too much of anything back then
Kinda like I am today, I stand out but blend
Never ever been the type to walk around all tough
But always let s**as know that I knew what's up
It always bugged em to see a little dude step up
Not ball'in but steady climbing on my way to the bucks
& I'm never worried about who got next
I ain't trying to be on top, I'm just trying to take my steps