First This, Second That

First I do poetry, second I spit rhymes
First I do poetry, second I spit rhymes
I write my poetry, I write my flow
I take my lyrics to the world, results is my show

First, people said I was sad, ill at its best
Then I lifted my head up, and said screw the rest
After that everything started lookin clear
I laid myself in my life, not shrouded in fear
Because God got me, the fam got me, I got me
Now I pray for a vision, where I ought to be
I ask God to direct my words, forgive me if I curse
Sometimes its the only way to get through a verse
Because I want the world to know & understand
The difficulties of life, so hard to be the man
So hard to be honest, so hard to be decent
To no longer live in the past, live for the recent
But I do it anyway, to the wall I have my back
All people can say, First he this, second he that
But I do it anyway, to the wall I have my back
All people can say, First he this, second he that