Boy, you are something special And you got a gift You better believe in yourself 4x I would daydream while at home alone In the mirror held my wave brush like a microphone Hat to the side, imitating what I saw Quoting Busta Rhyme lyrics like "yah yah yah" Dropped the microphone and the people would applaud Even acted out reactions imagination at large I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up I just knew that I no longer wanted to be a screw up My mama was abusive I thought I was a nuisance I knew one day I'd grow up eventually chuck the deuces But then what would I do then? Because I had no talent I knew not to dream, just to consider opinions And people would blah blah blah blah blah Like if I were you, I would be a doctor that's what I would do And no one told me to follow my dreams, so I had no clue that They would say Boy, you are something special And you got a gift You better believe in yourself 4x Time was ticking and I'm sittin' eatin' pizzas While my homeboys was graduating, working on their thesis They're developing careers and I'm getting to know the Jesus Still had no idea one day he would call me out of the bleachers I'm poppin' wheelies with shopping carts Who knew that one day I would be shopping music to the owners of all the parking lots? Using shea bu*ter to twist my locks I forgot I was still depressed and insecure, so distraught I didn't know how to change heart of mind I just had a sense of urgency, was running out of time Has anybody ever felt this way, felt this way? Like everything wasn't gon' be ok, be ok? So my dream was taken by nightmares It seemed that all my positivity was few and far between But I seemed very nice and sweet-hearted In denial is exactly where I started You don't know Boy, you are something special And you got a gift You better believe in yourself 4x Yeah, I am black sugar! That's me! Alright, back to the joint