1995 (Generation of Miracles)

Back in nineteen ninety five...
I used to start it off like:

Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit Kickstarter for a million
I coached eighth grade basketball, and wish I could say that was the last time that
I was in an argument with children
But alas I'm tryna rise above it
Rolling with the punches that's how a true fighter does it
I touch a mic in public
Fans fall down like Michael Douglass
Rent just going up I gotta make a tighter budget
two choices like or love it
In ninety-five I was rhyming on a four track
Laid away for five months before I could afford that
Wrote more raps, in sharp contrast of the format
No place to perform at, I'd be labeled a doormat
Now I'm on a warpath, Before I was invisible
Like Kuroko, reppin' the generation of miracles
First cut, so disappointed that I ain't make the team
Grew up in the crack era, my block was a crazy scene
Barely making green, scraping for our daily needs
Pure innocent never been touched like AC Green
Fast forward I'm on campus, midterms about to start,
Trailways ticket to the Million Man March
But my professor was a hater, he said go, be my guest
But it'll be a shame if you miss this test
So I stayed. One my sole regrets, my fear was gross neglect
Of the college education I nearly sold my soul to get
Now he got the coldest set, live shows is surgical
Hit the stage with an aggression he took it personal
Crash man stage, My scrolling was strictly vertical
I know it's irking you, we So universally versatile
Since I was catching the fifty-five bus to willow grove
I ain't ever need the glory just happy to fill a role
Come back to the block and nostalgia fills the soul
And just for a second, I wish that I was still at home
When we used to gather at moms house on Monday nights
Watching raw without a care in the world just loving life
No dirt sheets, so everything surprised me
Now I'm in the garden, and Okada recognized me
Diesel held it all year, haters say he didn't draw,
It's kinda funny how the viewpoints different
When it isn't y'all
Step outside see cats plotting on robberies,
Moms playing the lottery
Thinking man there's gotta be
A better way then then this, sent me for hire learning
But seeing the inner workings only kept my fire burning
Like Miami heat, glen rice to Rony Seikaly
My fathers psyche, made insanity highly likely
Playing pool at Temple not a minute from his clinic
But my stubbornness would never let me take the time to visit
Now he's gone, and I've had the hardest time letting go
Though I found it hard to cry for someone I ain't never know
Handled funeral arrangements, and procedures like a pro
Slowly getting better day by day only through setting goals
So I took the slower lane and learned from all the growing pains
Hard work is Right up my alley like bowling lanes
Now I watch them go insane, like the Magic in the finals,
Shaq chasing dream In the form of a first title
My transition was vital, cause it was time to mature
Most improved player who finally set to score,
Tracy McGrady, hitting shots stretching the floor
A hybrid unlike anything you ever before
Had witnessed, with your own eyes
Guess it was time to ride...
It's just another night in nineteen ninety five...