Memories as I write this verse/ Meditating on the moves from the past/ It ain't no chance I woulda chose another Path Although ma fam thought I was Meant for the pen they never tried to force ma hand They ma angels till the end let me go through with ma plans / We gon make sure everywhere you go you be independent Make some investments in me the very best way that they can Ama take this shit from here get melodies and a pen Met some friends God used to help me redirect the plan Then mo bo sinu aye had me jumping out the van Had to learn some tough lessons get-lost a couple years I had to make up ma mind then I saw you stretch you hands Come ma son into the light Let me take it up from here (Breathe) What it feel to breath some fresh air Now I'm making up the sounds steady turning shit