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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young RJ
Young RJ
Performer
Mega Ran
Mega Ran
Performer
Illa J
Illa J
Performer
Rob Mitchell
Rob Mitchell
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph Rice II
Ralph Rice II
Songwriter
Christon Mason
Christon Mason
Composer
Ralph Rice
Ralph Rice
Composer
Raheem Jarbo
Raheem Jarbo
Songwriter
John Yancey
John Yancey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young RJ
Young RJ
Producer

Lyrics

Kurt, Jimi, Janis
Amy died at 27
Jesus died at 33
I turned 40 on the beach
What’s so special about me
He turned water into wine
And I turn torment into rhymes
Put my fortune on the line
I Set my pride aside like over
A thousand times
When I pick up a mic
Guess I gotta give another microscopic glimpse in my life
Shed a little light on the wrongs and the rights, through the songs that I write
We ain’t give up the fight
I do it for the shorties, who didn’t have a dad
Who couldn’t even add so they didn’t do the math
Gotta set em straight when they on the crooked path
I’m just trying to be the role model that I never had
I weather the storm
So you can move on
**** this a blueprint
Encrypted through songs
The village ain't shit
Without examples
So that's why I gotta be the example
So I guess I gotta speak my truth
I was just a nappy headed young'n
Every summer always into something
Corner full of killers and drug dealers
Thank God I was raised by a village
Big bro showed me how to move
Walking through the toughest blocks without a bruise
Checkmate when you cornered and outta moves
When it goes down do what you gotta do
Remember that nothing’s impossible
Even when it don’t even seem logical
My people been jumping them obstacles
And Failure ain’t never been optional
Life is so volatile....
Oh well
Know that it won’t always go well
Believe in yourself And you won’t fail
Leave the path and create your own trail
I weather the storm
So you can move on
**** this a blueprint
Encrypted through songs
The village ain't shit
Without examples
So that's why I gotta be the example
I’ve weathered the storm
Sometimes it be cold and never get warm
Now I stay gone
Zion Willamson I’m in New Orleans
Sike I’m in LA
Maybe on a plane or
Maybe at the crib
Thinking of a way to get this music out my brain
It’s funny I was the kid they used to think was lame
Study everyday, spent a lot of time on the sideline
Studying every play
Taping all the games, VHS
Now I’m sounding old
Just don’t feel like 20 years ago
When I was watching A.I playing L.A in the finals
Now I’m sending goosebumps down ya spinal
With the codes that I play I
I weather the storm
So you can move on
Written by: Christon Mason, John Yancey, Raheem Jarbo, Ralph Rice II
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