heaven sent with honor to this residence
attempting reverence ever since the precedent, better since
observe with couth the ruthless words of the youth
the worst serves as proof I hold these truths to be evidence
of intelligence ignored before abused, coward or fighter, lady or the tiger, door one or door two
heaven or hell, stop to knock or ring the bell, you can tell the clientele well before you choose
amused by the color of my true love’s hair, confused ruminating the rules of up there
still follow the route, shout without a doubt, thinking about getting out, moving up where
I can touch the stars, touch this mic it’s magic, touch these keys with ease, please, it’s tragic
they just couldn’t envision this kind of mic precision
didn’t even know what they were missing til they listened to this enchantment
they said it was an impossible task, when I first heard I concurred, discouraged but later asked
if this is my rightful home and it’s my right to hone
I’d like to know why can’t I rip this microphone with class?
so now it’s in session, in this lesson to fly, the question of how got me into the question of why
the answer has got me in this mode of thought freeing
seeing nothing that can stop me in this quest for the sky

one day i'll be leaving this earth, I'll be a gonner, I believe, no need to be somber
every day I pray to stay stronger, so when that day comes I can Return With Honor

for every hit you see, there were so many that missed
trying to change edicts amidst the list that already exist
thought not solidly wrought bodily shot quality thought
you know they’re probably not even ready for this
a slave to the rhythm, still this track’s master, dark days of dread ahead led me to act faster
from the birth of these premises to the worst of the nemesis
from the first verse of Genesis after the last chapter
of the book of Revelations it was written in stone
admitting none of what you’re hearing was written alone
the seas grew apart it’s true to art do your part
feel it piercing through your heart without even hitting a bone
I’m getting grown, things are hitting home on the range
by the time I get comfortable it’s prime time for change
grown to be me, wonder if it’s wrong to be free
every time I turn on my tv I’m seeing something strange
in the eye of the beholder is a section of truth, if we believe it or not is a reflection of our youth
if praise was ever known to the ways of a better home
but if they were never shown, what do you expect them to do?
admiration lonesome but we’re quick to vilify, the mission intimidating I know, still I try
I won’t regret the fight cuz this plight is death and life pledge to respect the light, blessing mics till I die

through the distortion every word is clear, put my whole being into conceiving every word you hear
convinced of the trust from the hints He’s given us, His fingerprints in us since the dust first appeared
start with darkness, then let there be light, first the birth of earth and water, then let there be life
the plan to make man to rule the land and understand and in my hand, let there be a mic
let me speak to millions, let me be heard, let there be beats underneath to accompany the word
bless me with the gift to uplift with these riffs, from the pits of the abyss to the tip of the iceberg
let there be a savior so we can all return, let there be scriptures so we can all learn, make it burn
the ways of creation, from clay animation to today’s hateful nations, dedication, concern
love, peace, happiness is taking the next breath, it seems like the secret of truth is the one that's best kept
but she whispers to me her sweet mysteries as history recedes and I have no regrets left
and I can return with honor to the place I came from knowledge and wisdom may I be able to say I gained some
searching for trust amidst the worldly I know it’s tough, hope I’m worthy enough to claim the kingdom