Mama gave birth but she really never had me

Mama gave birth but she really never had me

The creator blew breath

Beat the pill, skipped abortion I have battled thru death

Six months first words, 32 steps

Told Moms I’m done playing, ref gave me two techs

I’m

Gone

She was looking at me weird

Like you been here before

I said fatherfucker yea

Nobody got that joke, until a year or two later I was writing on paper

People was scared

Y’all don’t see I wasn’t born

I was hatched, I’s created, I was built, I was formed

I was sculpted I was molded I was crafted I was carved

I was generated made, from the image of a God

Now the standard has been lifted

And the cheers are going up

I was sent to raise the bar

Walking in cheers everybody yells Sha

So you I’m not the norm

Y’all don’t get it

Y’all been warned look

School didn’t help

My parents gave an effort

But I swear I was raised by Melle Mel’s message

And a Public Enemy that had Flavor and a professor

And a crew that rocked Adidas with a rapping future reverend

A radio toting emcee that was confessing

How he needed love and was bold enough to address it

A DJ that ran for president with a legend

By his side

Monotone and wise infusing lessons

In my bloodstream when I came up

My daddy wasn’t there but Big Daddy Kane was

Queen Latifah, Fresh Prince, royalty I witnessed

I was learning how to act before I even paid attention

Craig G’s verses, G Rap’s wordplay

Pun spit it perfect

Masta Ace and my brother Lord Digga

Can’t thank that man enough for teaching me to pen a scripture

Peeping Dana Dane, Slick Rick stories

Grand Puba, man you would see me flowing as a shorty

I was

Bumping Naughty, and Tribe when I was young

Just watching and dreaming of joining The Native Tongues

Black Sheep was different

GZA provoked thought

Snoop gave a nucca style

By 96 I was caught

I clowned around when I hung around with the underground

But when my hood was crazy violent

I was holding on to weapons, I was on the corner dwelling by the dumpster one night I heard Brenda’s baby crying

I watched Bishop turn into Lucky before he died

And I ain't hold it all inside..

I let it out studied

Ten crack commandments, Friend or Foe, illmatic

Nas made his memory lane so graphic that we shared a project window where he was seeing the static

It was just like mine in my mind

Dope addicts

It was Ice Cube’s solos, KRS cover with the burner in the photo

Looking like Malcolm

Shit when Busta went dolo

I was so inspired

Saw that Roc-a-Fella logo

Then I got hired

My mob was deep

My rhymes was shallow

It started coming from the soul

When I got into battles

And right now I’m afraid ‘cause these rappers are babbling

So I’m looking at the future it’s baffling I don’t know

Shit is missing

That Wu Tang look

NWA essence or a Nate Dogg hook

Or Gangstarr’s purity

Can’t you see it?

Yo the game’s looking old I’m a brand new being

I was spawned, I was merged from the clouds perspiration

And the sun hit my mother with light from the constellations

And it took one day to bring you this here creation

So I got the Lord beat

I’m telling you

Don’t sleep on me