Stick To Your Vision (these Eyes)

Maestro Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this game a long, long, long time Still strivin' though Yo, ninety nine It's the visine baby, it's the visine Yo I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies F-o-y, Sunni Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn Many nights in Bed-stuy, blazin' trees out in Cali With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly Got Toronto's rap title to Mad recitles Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club Listen, check my rendition Performed for royalty and politicians Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time I was the one who used to say "eighty nine is mine" I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] (these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game (these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in lights (these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life