How It Started, Pt. 3

I guess it started with life Let me break it down, go and paint art on the mic They say art always imitates life If so, let it be the reason I write I mean I started rhyming for the sake of it For my friends and whatever they take from it Then I had a moment of truth Hit me hard, changed my flow in the Booth Got my youth, but I’m long in the tooth These ain’t bars, look I’m giving you truth Higher standards have me raising the roof Paid the cost of integrity, none to recoup As for my legacy, let it honor the truth If the shoe fits, let it follow the suit Fly like Finn, opulent coup The truth is what I drop in the booth Nah, we never giving it up I thought airs and talking fly was just living it up I was struck, steady looking for luck dreaming Eyes open saw visions I would believe in Looked in the mirror, that’s when I would see em Yet they ain’t see it, nah they ain’t believe it Gave me throwaways, so I throw away and delete em Those who tolerate ain’t the type of people I be with Had to change my pivot What I’m bout I represent it I’m the true & living infinitely authentic So I figured, why shoot the breeze Go the distance So I did it Increased my standard of living Achieved the grandest of spirits Listen, it looks like a breeze but it isn’t Herculean strength had to lift it This is for my fam who get it On they mind when I’m out of sight, they know I’m living And dig it Nah we never giving it up Celebrate with loved ones, that’s living it up