Trying to build upon what I know I got naturally Frowned upon the title Rapper, now I claim it happily Cause Hip-Hop's a way of living Rap is the verb that's utilized to describe the way I choose to spill it The truth is always written Let your light shine bright, get lifted Back in elementary, they said I was gifted Crenshaw, 100 something, bed in the living room Made a little dough pushing hair with a broom at the barbershop I recall cold nights at the bustop Me & moms, late night, Inglewood to The O.C She was trying to get a degree studying oral hygiene Let your light shine bright, get lifted Real life's improve, not scripted Some scenes are always vivid, think back, rewind, relive it Reason for why we're living - a mission, maybe - is it? Who knows, reasons for dying - too many - no denying Let your life shine bright get lifted This next one's for the misfit that really wasn't with it When the "in - thing" suddenly shifted Don't feel like social strangers, losers, or lone rangers It's the gift & the curse that you had from the birth Don't change it Yo, it's a flood & i'ma stop it up Drain to the rain, send it here & I'ma sop it up Spitting weak flows on the floor & I'ma mop 'em up No telling, so compelling when on the microphone & I'm zoning Ey, yo - I might erupt