Many Moods: Jürgen

I'm like one eighth German,
Anyways it's all good,
Big up my Great Grandmother and that's it,
On a German Tip,
I ain't ever had a German whip,
But I rep for my team like Jüergen did,
I don't really drink too much,
My brudda likes the bourbon stiff,
Let me work with you,
I made change off words I spit, word to Piff,
He put the belief in man, really fam
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him,
So I big man up,
He was out here doing big man stuff,
With a bait face in the bits, had buzz,
I was in school tryna get good grades,
Got good grades and I made mum proud,
Same time he was in London Town,
If man wanna hype up then he run man down,
Told me I just gotta make that call,
And let man know where they stay that's all,
Wait, I weren't on none of that,
Told man, "Thanks but I just wanna rap",
He was like, "Okay say no more,
Imma put you and your bars on the map",
And he did that,
I got about in the bits, had an impact,
15 years old was a kid man,
But I felt like a big man, big man,
Don't ask big man, big man questions,
I made many mistakes and learnt lessons,
Went Blackhorse Road for the sessions,
158 back to the ends with all of my bredrins,
Mixed down tunes and send them out, MSN ting,
Playback on a 3310 ting,
Now the gyaldem are texting, tempting,
And they want more than a friendship,
See me though I'm too awkward and pensive,
Guess that all of these thoughts I've been blessed with,
Had a man stressing,
But the road that I walk is redemptive,
Man invested when he didn't need to,
Saw something in me I couldn't see too,
Gave man the belief like "we need you",
Feel retrospective I'm free too,
So let me tell a man thanks,
We ain't spoke in like 10 years,
But still let me tell a man that,
I don't even know where you are man it's mad,
Went down different paths yeah life's sad,
Not sure where you are right now,
But I hope that you're alright right now,
Big reason I bar right now, studio time for free,
And sick beats on the hard drive how can I not pay my respect,
It meant so much fam I cant try forget,
I believe that you reap what you sow,
So I hope that your life is bless,
And maybe our paths might connect,
Down the line who knows,
And when I write new flows,
I remember the guy who showed belief,
The first time that I rhymed on road like "Yo!",
The white boy's good you know and the studio's good to go,
So let's roll and what I mean to say is,
I appreciate it man I hope that you know,
Means more than these words can say,
But I hope that this verse displays that I'm grateful,
So I show the respect you deserve because you helped make Brew.
(Thank you)