Contrary to popular belief    I wasn't born with a mic in my sleeve    Took damn near twenty years to proceed to that point    But when i did it was a rebirth in rhythm    Unlearning every step, every move that seemed given    Suddenly driven by a new agenda    Lashes of fire through the tender cool surface i had built    No pun intended, but the life you had just ended    And now there's no time for farewells    I recommend that you keep a clear focus on the now    Only jokers and the proud hopelessly bow    From the weight of what's behind them    Or turn their backs to the road ahead less travelled    It's best battled face forward, and takes climbing    Upward, forward, the spirit and the letter    Is if you fail, fail again, fail better    Never set examples you can't hope to follow    Heard a man say in tears when his hand broke the bottle    He never wanted to hold, now he a moment too old    And looking back has become a burden    Word in    Cause i'm out