I\'m never trying to be hard
Just emotionally scared
But many poets showed me
How dope I can be
It must of been around spring of 94
2pac opened an inner door
Showing me I had some gifts
No one can take it from me
Or lay claim to my lifes degrees
So young and many angels to see
Education left with a path of plea
Walk tall and be as dope as can be
Honesty in your heart will keep you free
So I\'ll try not to let it go to my head
My inner success that shows the best
Not to intimidate or be stood on
But be a leaf that\'s part of a branch
Rooted deep is the dope that won\'t choke
If you let the inner voice be your hope
Carried by rhythm of lifes internal float
You find the rhymes from spirits above
As poetry transfers the essence of all my blood, passing a timeless message of...
Look no further than the dope hands I\'ve got
We are all but vibrations and my thoughts start it off...
Some say I\'m still a dream but I know I\'m not the only one
Good artist borrow but great artists steal
Absorb what is useful, regard was not but add essential your own
The reason for life was to find our gift, the purpose was to give it away