Born bu*t naked out my mothers womb. A man cooped up in a rubber room. Time changes, time flies. Caterpillars turn into bu*terflies. A kitten grows up to be a tiger. I grows up to be a writer. Children go through puberty And then they reach maturity. Methamorphosisms, the force of nature has gotten in them. In my book that comes first. Control the soul and the universe. It's the nature... Black man, Black heart, Black soul. I was born to roll. Roll,like water in an open stream. Smooth as it can be. Tic Toc goes the hand of time. Time puts meaning to my rhyme. Rhyme let's you know what's going on. What's going right and what's going wrong. Power, poor, rich and weak. There is some science to what I speak. And if there wasn't I could not face ya' 'Cause this was brung by the forces of nature. ( allright ya'll, get ready for the first Pharaoh of Funk Africa and his famous flute