The glass shovel tried to hit me like some brass knuckles
And fast levels tried to drink away my past trebles
Sometimes I feel it all, sometimes I feel in awe, sometimes I feel I have nobody to feel at all
And not a guilty soul, don't bother pity me
But this a long shot, just like the kennedies
The sniper scope the hype is so not him
They told me to be Eric B., but I'm no Rakim
Find Divine in your own time, I seen the world from the eyes of a gold mine
I often question why'd you make my mother go blind, I Hail Salassie tried to reconnect his soul with mine
And I'll be lying if I never said I can't
My ego still regal tell that nigga grow a pair (pussy)
I swear I been american but where is it embarrassing / the marriages and heritage / avoiding all the various questions they got me burying like
Who is our leader? Who will not deceive us? You all scum thats why I drink this fucking 40 litre, and I steam the reefer, 4 gs to keep up
Women by my side just for when the liquor creep up
Original never, I just steal from the best, to try to make me better
My conscious is a killa so I wear it like a sweater
My aim is like Beretta (BOM) Shooting for the stars, trekking hard, looping odd Oh my God / Swore I'm not a rarity
Heard they heard my beats now these niggas really scared of me
Shorty cakes sera lease, spoon feed asperalie
Money made her wet, knowledge made her more aware of me, my therapy
(Buju Banton Sample)