Born at the crack of dawn/ on the 13th day of the 2nd month/ the 85th year of the 1900s/ only 15 years left for the revolution/ In the new city of Babylon/ I was/ Removed from the womb/ Fainted with the color blue/ I wasnt ment to be here/ Catch my first breath/ And belt out notes of hope/ Out the thoat/ Cold old surroundings/ I found hip hop hiding/ in my back pocket/ Embraced the truth and unlocked it/ Now theres just no stopin/ The reality of the pop and lockin/ The beats that keep you jumpin/ The lyrics get your blood pumpin/ I am a child to the muse/ and walk hand & hand with god/ To be a pro with your tools/ and take it this far/ To teach, to reach, to speak to you/ In a universal language/ Resurrect the lost and/ The souls that have been damaged/ Im a true servent to hip hop