Based on a True Story

Uh, raised by a village
Grew up in a township
They couldn't point us out
But they knew us in a sound clip
'Fnck about an image
Bru I been around shit that showed me God is real
And I ain't new up in the town with this you are finna drown flow
Few are finna catch the wave

Maybe I dreamt it up
I thought I saw or felt it
I could have sworn I held it
I should assure I sheltered it from the world as much as I could
But even that didn't seem to help it
This little "Bluebird" of mine came out man
Have you heard him rhyme?
He two thirds devine fam
Two words the rhymes
Mos Def the verse

Go check the
"Calm down, get back
Ghetto people got this"
New kicks, Jet Black
Hello he who rocks with the best
You are now rocking with the
Goat slaughtering
Sphandla wearing
Hope watering
Flows gotta bring growth
Guarded in gold
Smelling like a garden in most instances
Pardon me smoke

I pen a verse from the soul
Write a hook tryna live
Put my life on the line
With my thoughts on a bridge
And some campaigns that need cracking
Champagne that needs popping
Fine rhyme aging through the sour grapes
Eves dropping power plays

Heard it through the grapevine the Cape kind of no good
Oh well, hoped for the best
Took a leap, broke a leg
Looked at Heath, on a ledge
Joker said, "why so serious homey?"
Older Rez told me "chill, hold your head
'fore you jump, smoke a blunt
You'll be fine man, just don't save her"

She don't wanna be saved
Same damsel in distress Common wanna be brave for
I Used To Love Her too
Handling the stress of not being loved back
By what you choose to covet
True Story
She belongs to the streets
This thing of ours
She belongs to the beats
My heart skip for it

I apart pick choruses and verses
Then I pull myself together on these songs
Cause I speak to her and feel better on these longs days
Of feeling the world broken
I heal and I hurl hope at a page
My girl, hoped it a stage
But I was, too far gone
And the flowers
I never gave
The reason she never stayed
I strayed and I added pressure
I'm sorry I never paid attention to all the details
To the daughters he failed, I apologise
Guess it's me and my first love again
I acknowledge I've quit you a million times but
You ain't never packed up and left
Raps I finesse through the mess
Birds patched up the nest
Only to have me fly the coop

Back to you to talk to the booth and apply the truth
Had to do what I had to do for the pride of proof the pudding carries
Cause you miss the threes you don't try to shoot

So why the truce?
Still fighting for this love of ours
Still writing for the love for hours
Will power, real life and all its righteous thrills helped me grow
Used to feel like I'm owed a bunch of flowers
But I'm that when it rains it pours a bunch of showers concrete rose