Made a handful of bad mistakes
But that all made me into a better man today
I ain’t losing any sleep
I ain’t losing any sleep
Sing for a person’s potential
Sing for a person’s growth
Sing for heaven’s memo
Sing for the fact that the Lord knows

Took a while
To find my style
Had to search my soul hard
God got the evidence on file
Stopped being in denial
Embraced the errors
That came with every trial
Became a child
In a world full of
Pessimistic adults
Life became better
When I became my own man
And left comfortable familiar cults
I wasted time
But made up for it
By spending hours in the lab
When others just played
Cause they found a work ethic
To be boring
Now I’m scoring
Against
1st team defense type of players
Now I can share
The fruits of my labor
And I’m proud
Cause I got those who are curious
To stop and care
Left my mark
As big as it is
Used the power to create
To embody and relate
And never went on a power trip
The music biz
Can never put a price tag on my soul
To do it for the culture
To take the game further
Was always and remains the common goal
Lord knows
I tried to stack bread
Not to get ahead
But so that the whole city can eat
My biggest flex
Is not the women I met
But that I made over 600 different beats
I feel neat
In that Connie has something to play
Before she goes to sleep
I feel complete
Because
I know what I sowed
And I know the good things that I’ll reap