text: Knockin doors down, showin parts around
  Ima come through and show my wood pine
  Knockin— knockin doors down, showin parts around
  Ima— Ima come through and show my wood pine, Ima— Ima come—
  Knockin doors— knockin— knockin doors down, down
  Knockin doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin doors down
  Ima—Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down
  Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down 
  Paper chasin on occasion
  West Deer Park, thats my location
  Life and death what we was facin
  Boy, gotta get that motivation
  Back in the basement
  Look at my idols, Im feelin adjacent
  Doin the shit that I wish I was doing, Im feelin impatient
  Throwin parties and catching cases
  Thats the life, but that shit basic
  Ive cooked crack, I cant erase it
  If I could, would not replace it
  Grew up all alone
  Had to teach myself to tie my laces
  Whats the deal?
  Ima play the field
  Rattpack, we keep it real
  Nothin but love for the people that paved the way
  So a brother like me, he can get it today
  Antoine, Erykah and 3K
  Cant forget those aint here today
  R.I.P. JD and Pimp C
  Payin respect, so dont hold it against me
  Devil he callin me, he love to tempt me
  God exempt me, why you sent me here?
  What I think about year to year
  What Ive been through these people only see through a peephole, yeah
  Not a single one got an idea
  So I write it down on this page
  Feel like Im 35 times my age
  Look in the mirror dont know what to say
  But Im happy the man I is
  Yeah, yeah
  I said Im happy the man I is
  And Im proud of the man Ive become
  Im proud that Im from a slum
  And never got cold, I never got numb
  Except for the wintertime and then some
  I transcend and I transform
  Poetic vision in rare form
  Growing up, nobody there for him
  I promise when I have a family Ima be there for em
  I love hip-hop
  Hatin motherfucker, go kick rocks
  No matter what happen I never gon stop
  Like Cole said, if they dont know yo dreams
  Then they cant shoot em down
  But Ima let the world know
  Cause Im too high up to hit the ground
  This shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily
  I aint perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine
  Shoot from the hip and reload the magazine
  I wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever
  But this rhyme
  Ill as it is divine
  Gon be cut short today cause Im out of studio time
  Only thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme
  What can I say? Inspiration hits at any time
  So I guess Ill have to conclude all my thoughts another time
  Another rhyme
  Another— Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme
  Anime such as Cowboy Bebop
  Trigun, and Samurai Champloo
  Were in constant rotation
  During the making of this album