YoRel - Redemption lyrics

[Verse 1] I grew up in Springfield Gardens, Queens, New York These streets is watching fo' sho', 'cause these streets do talk Ghetto story tales from old g's and gangstas who clapped I walk on sidewalks with chalk lines from dudes I gave dap I guess it's my time to speak my peace I'm taking it back Tears fell in dark trenches, looking back on my past Forging my bus pa** to cut cla**, duchess crack on bus stops Life was a question mark scared of d**h and what not Sleepless nights on a bare mattress, placing thoughts I respected Earth was hell so I made my own heaven Thought marijuana was nirvana, 'till the day 9/11 Many perished, many grieved, many souls got collected But from the ashes of gloom and doom a poet ascended And so the story is told, of a sheep in wolf's linen The chosen one to bring this rap game to it's new Armageddon The prophecy will be fulfilled so my beginning be finished [Hook x2] This is my story, the Redemption from a world never for me The triumph of a poet, who was sent from a calling I was called upon to bare my cross so guide me to glory We meet again on the crossroads well this is my story [Verse 2] Sometimes I check myself to make sure I'm playin' my role When I was younger momma taught me not to play with the stove Still I made the block hot, fires I shot with the pros Taking chicks out with my mom's loot and my fathers colongne Crackin' dollar fens with eggs, Halloween in the cold I reminisce the good times, as my story unfolds My grandkids will gather round, while my story gets told When I'm dead read my life, like a dead sea scroll Enjoy the good times the bad times I turned in my flow I told lies when my nose bled I was picking my nose I'm tryna' see my self on chrome rims with money you know Everyday I rise awake with plans to conquer the globe But hip hop will be enough to be I'll let the rest go Cause when the pens up in my right hand Hip hop is wet though But I'ma let my actions prove it yo just wait 'till I blow And I'ma show the world the poems of the one God chose [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm instinctive to a lifestyle that was already written Righteousness is holyness and action so I come swift Junior high school cla** clown, grow graver muffin Now we bump heads on the cross roads now ain't that somethin' I'm still the same cat from way back no part of me is frontin' You might of seen me going hard, I'm tryna' live more abundant I treat a blunt like my best friend I crip like my cousin Break bread, even though I don't agree with their customs I'm just a servant of the most high, he's the one that will punish Cause for the most part my style origin ain't from the gutter Much respect due I give props to my pops and my mother I'm tryna' cop both of 'em brand new whips this summer Bless my family and well being when God calls my number I had to drop my album now cause I'm not getting no younger You felt my pain but now it's different when you feeling my hunger This is my story, auto biography of my come up [Hook x2]