The air blows, in which it never cares where it goes, caught up in the whirlwind put me with hoes, that only loved when I rose and put the wind beneath my wings.. battled thugs, took the slugs, no love- cause they were just above the life and death or "living hell", all thugs go to heaven while I'm moving in a ghetto cell, but truly I started to know where to finish, now I'm back as a ******* menace, and I'm hype!, I be like, "free life!" and I'm never going back..the slave, can dig his grave on wax, eenie, meenie, miney, mo, low in a so-so way, though it's so many ways to get paid, and I ain't lying cause I'm trying to; just look at every thing I recently had been through; I really want it!, reminds me of the kind of person I adore; we both working for the better things to show, nearly equivalent but he was in the stage where you're just too young to see..simply put, this late star was an early one, I could see it in his eyes truly fore the dusk after dawn before he died, I knew he would explode, on the road to success where the best be your dreams and includes all the nights where you couldn't even sleep it seems- when I reach the sky I would shine so bright but I knew it was the limit so it all falls down just right about now when the world seems small though I'm still living large I would stall in his footsteps, never living up to them, still I try to live by what he said, I must size up to these bigger *******- if it's time to be a man and only deal with it, I would simply just say "**** em all!", but still hit it.