(Verse 1)   It’s way past my curfew in an emcee circle   rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal   and if Pops found me, I’d get smacked hard   by that tree branch from my own backyard   cause it was all about textbooks and grades with A’s   something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave   skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew   writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe   paying dues no return no concern back then   like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in    for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch time   by unknown emcees thinking why aren’t they signed?   then I’d pick up a pen and express   rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest   while some thought I should stop wasting my breath   dent on confidence I put my pen to rest   so what’s left but getting high every day   rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit away   Cypress Hill on play singing stoned is the way…   singing stoned is the way…      (chorus)   And its like that I’m telling ya   That’s the way it went down, down down   And it’s like that I’m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found   And its like that I’m telling ya   That’s the way it went down, down down   And its like that I’m telling ya, yo the truth is out   My story is found..      (Verse 2)   And with mad smoke came the need for entertainment   But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits   clubs gettin closed, cause money was tight   folks would rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash   and can I blame em? I’m sayin, things were rock bottom   With exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding   So I got in a zone and blew the dust off my notepad   Arm wrestled with words, struggled with vocab   then wrote, slowly steadily something something   if lyrics were harsh the beats had to be bumping   no frontin, right off the bat some turned their backs   but many felt the same which put my name on the map   and brought me down my coast , Japan and back   mad support from locals cats, like homies at Stacks   with blunts burnt out at the end of its road   blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new goals   and that’s how it went how the plot unfolds   they asked about the story so let it be told      (chorus)   And its like that I’m telling ya   That’s the way it went down, down down   And it’s like that I’m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found   And its like that I’m telling ya   That’s the way it went down, down down   And its like that I’m telling ya, yo the truth is out   My story is found..      (Verse 3)   Singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks   That’s the very track that put my past in the streets   Deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats   using language that managed to let their hands speak   To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer   Non believers, killing vibes like Cal Tjader   Cause of my race or the way I appeared   But still I ran the race when placed to the rear   imagine a gook, a youth jumped by truth   kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued   mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and such   but it built my biceps and today I lift up   jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps   fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last   and beats that make dancers put soul in their movements   Wreckin’ shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn   Kids scratch temples, scientists bite fists   Kero’s on the scene shining light through mist   Cause if I’m not fueling the flame I’m like a puppet   My mouth might move but I ain’t sayin nothing   So stay tuned to see how this ends   Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again   Sayin peace..till we meet again   Sayin peace…