Contrary to popular belief 

I wasn't born with a mic in my sleeve 

Took damn near twenty years to proceed to that point 

But when i did it was a rebirth in rhythm 

Unlearning every step, every move that seemed given 

Suddenly driven by a new agenda 

Lashes of fire through the tender cool surface i had built 

No pun intended, but the life you had just ended 

And now there's no time for farewells 

I recommend that you keep a clear focus on the now 

Only jokers and the proud hopelessly bow 

From the weight of what's behind them 

Or turn their backs to the road ahead less travelled 

It's best battled face forward, and takes climbing 

Upward, forward, the spirit and the letter 

Is if you fail, fail again, fail better 

Never set examples you can't hope to follow 

Heard a man say in tears when his hand broke the bottle 

He never wanted to hold, now he a moment too old 

And looking back has become a burden 

Word in 

Cause i'm out