Praverb the Wyse - Perfect Intro lyrics

This goes out to the peeps that felt me Before I dropped a song or cla**ic LP This goes out to the peeps that felt me When I was feeling depressed, a tad unhealthy This goes out to those feeling my material Whether they be atheist or living kinda spiritual I don't rap about gats or whips So it's a miracle that I don't have to rap like them I'm not a criminal; I never held packs of O's With this music, I be serving up that crack fa' sho I'm not talking about that white powder I'm talking sixteen tracks that you can listen to until the night hours I don't like to give the radio credit I'll be the first rapper played without a radio edit Because I don't curse, I got the flavor you sweating And yes I spit truth, I'm trying to make it to heaven I'm not trying to be trapped in a prison Giving thanks to those who be pa**ing that wisdom You're never too old to learn or too young to die I'm tired of seeing these youngings die Tired of seeing mother's cry All we can do is be like Kanye and Touch the Sky Yeah, I just want to let these words connect So I can be real and get it off my chest I live in the States, I be dealing with stress But my fan overseas be dealing with d**h Rockets fly, troops probably occupy his space He doesn't have time to stop and cry