Open Book

Yeah woooahhh, Cuban Link, Uh
Woooahhhh, everything is gonna be alright
Woooahhhh, everything is gonna be alright now

One life one heart one love
One race one world one blood
One judge that's sitting up above
Is it money or in god we trust
And you can put your bottom dollars on demons
But when it's time for you to go your leaving
But as long as my lungs are breathing
Ima represent what I believe in
I'm on the grind trying to be what I was destined to be
Follow my dreams even when the odds were against me
Made my life an open book for the world to see
Cause in the end what matters is that I did, I did, I did me

Yeah, I'm that fly kid raised right in the projects
167 street between Union and Prospect
Bronx New York City, no pity was the logic
Cause no my neighborhood wasn't as good as Mr. Rogers
Money was the object, honey's were the profit
And I wasn't that dummy stuck on just getting by shit
I was trying to visualize the prize through my optics
I was trying to enterprise by wiser than Isaac
Newton be a G with more pull than gravity
Where MC squared times infinity equals me
If knowledge is the key I'm a scholar to the T
Graduated with honors got a street college degree
Yo I had to bleed in them scuffles, read through they hustle
To see what my friends and family was up to
Was a story without the troubles, Maury without them couples
Shorties without a bubble, glory without a struggle, tell me

One life one heart one love
One race one world one blood
One judge that's sitting up above
Is it money or in god we trust
And you can put your bottom dollars on demons
But when it's time for you to go your leaving
But as long as my lungs are breathing
Ima represent what I believe in
I'm on the grind trying to be what I was destined to be
Follow my dreams even when the odds were against me
Made my life an open book for the world to see
Cause in the end what matters is that I did, I did, I did me

Yeah I was running with DMC before they walk this way
I was gunnin with BDP before they lost there DJ
Scott La Roc in it, 2 Pac in it, New York to LA
And I loved to get in trouble with NWA
Laid back to some Rakim then Big Daddy dropped in
Kool G Rap, Slick Rick, nobody topped them
Had me bopping down the block with a bubble vest
Nothing less beat box battles it was Dougie Fresh
Took the stress out my chest with some De La Soul
Tribe Called Quest, Brand Nubian was ghetto gold
I'm that ghetto rose, risin out the concrete
My arms reach deeper then a Farrakhan speech
Hip Hop crazy, I'm a hip hop baby
Look, I'm just a product of what hip hop made me
I could have been that big shot that split tops daily
I give props to hip hop, cause hip hop saved me

One moon, one star, one sun
One Tito, one Celia, one Pun
One Biggie, one Pac, one Gun
So much censorship, they ain't get none
Sick and tired of all the grieving
We keep in quiet but the riots feed in
On the blood of the innocent bleeding
We all the same but the scales ain't even
Now ima tell you homey like a homey told me
Ask the Wu, cash rules everything around me
Hip hop till I die it's just who I be
No matter how much changes I could only be me

Yo yo, now from the start I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul
I shot up the charts, I fell off the globe
God gave me a part, I'm playing my role
So no matter how hard it got, I stayed on the road
It's all a part of life's up and downs
But if it wasn't for my reals fans, who stuck around
I wouldn't be nothing now
A love that's so profound it made me go another round
Buried alive to die ya lifted me above the ground
Safe and sound, now I'm bound to make ya proud
Bound to make ya smile, before I take a bow
Real life, real stories, of a ghetto child
Never settle for less, the best is worth that extra mile

Everything is gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright now
Everything is gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright now
Yeah, hey young world, the world is yours
Hey young world, the world is yours
Follow your dream, follow your heart
One life live it, It's yours