The Source Magazine

Gazing back my bad days I wouldn’t take em back
Save that for y’all to critique when I fade to black
I’m glad I never let doubts get the best of me cause
They would be so many highlights I would never see
I used to be so insecure slash immature
Thru the years I learned you can’t make another man’s image yours
Cause ya truth is like a signature it’s unique
Cinema director and I’m living out my movie
Edits and mad deleted scenes several script changes
A bit a danger I’m a risk taker
I do my own stunts, otherwise for me its no fun
Shogun assassin might run up to a wall and do a back-flip
I’m the hero and the actor ignore the camera
Playing the main protagonists was told I was a natural
Summer blockbuster parachuting off a crop duster
Pay my dues and stay recluse like my pops mother
This a story of a man who had a dream
Ever since He read the source magazine
Hanging pictures on my wall
Bumping Wu-Tang Forever they would tell me «it's yours»
Half a lung and asthma pump still wanted to get involved
Smell of cigarettes my neighbors smoking in the hall
Hustle in the spirit was stubborn and conflicted
Weazing and outta breath, struggling to spit it
But why is it I felt the most alive in that moment
Poker face a pro at hiding pain put a mask on it
Believed in what I had and I put some cash on it
These rap dreams don’t come attached with a map on it
You gotta work the locks yo pride gonna get hurt a lot
Few taste-makers gonna decide who gets heard or not
But fuck em, just build platform and be yourself
The real can tell and you see for yourself
That it’s ain’t what seemed from when you first look
Respect the game my perspective changed and the earth shook
And it’s looking even better than it did before
I’m touching people I ain’t met and that worth living for
This a story of a man who had a dream
Ever since He read the source magazine
Hanging pictures on my wall
Bumping Wu-Tang Forever they would tell me «it's yours»