It gets better (x3)

You blessed to live long enough

It gets better

You blessed to live long enough

Born in a famine, now sitting at a feast/it ain’t all perfect, but good snacks for the Beast/getting my weight up ain’t been a problem/feeding on the so called Ops from the bottom/been a slow come up, dragging 3 cities on my back/Bosmoreburgh to be exact/and thru Christ I can do all things/I ain’t leaving till I’m Bill Russell holding all rings/we want all tings, coming home with us/matter fact, River St coming home with us/try to understand, my pen incinerate men/only leaving with 3rd degrees, start singing hymns/Leaning on the arms/could be talking bout your uninspired bars/I am the future built on the past sunk cost/what u think they bump in the chopper on Mars?/just bars

1:15 hook

It gets better (x3)

You blessed to live long enough

It gets better (x3)

You blessed to live long enough

True indeed/truancy/from ya truest need/

could only be truthfully/God/and never mistake that/from what a relationship or that wealth pack/U know u felt that, because I dealt facts/u can’t get the vinyl cause my verses melt wax/consistent effort perfected the virtuosity/a vessel for my luminosity possibly/the sickest spitting writtens but still forgiven by sin remission/but u midgets couldn’t see the vision, quit ya riffing Peter Griffin/family guy with no family ties - dog I’m just better, naw’mean??