I could find a hundred ways to write a story
I could rhyme to entertain or I could grow my glory I could pioneer a lane
Where being me is gaining fame Can't let the vanity obscure my vision
Uh
This for the older me
This for a bolder me
This this's what you told to me!
This ya friendly self reminder
This is what I owe to thee
Stay true to the hustle that's the highest importance
Complacency can kill even the strongest performers
Don't forget about the reason you was given this gift
You already pledged your Allegiance
To the highest importance
With the likes of Bob Marley
Miss hill on Garvey
On god I can feel it in my arteries
Through every piece and every little part of me The art in me The irony
It seems I'm only writing when I gotta be
Cause look
I could find a hundred ways to tell a story
I could rap about the guns but it don't do it for me
I could brag about the funds but what's the trurer glory
All the lives I might effect from speaking truer stories
Fluid formulaic
For they knew it I was writing classics
Knew that I had made it once my verses started changing actions
Satisfaction
Sitting down with self to plan what's gotta happen
Humble opportunist
He the newest
And his city back em
Que his time
Devine fashion
Fewer found to Outlast him
Alta
The outlaw
From Utah?
Devine passion
I took my vision and pursued it just as god planned it
This is a letter to myself I hope your understand it