International was maximum Took a hiatus he back Be all you can be is all they of him Joe Fraziered his way out the corner backed him in No bones, minimum bruises, few scraps Still endured a lot shit you Chest out tall fucked the world and walked off Left the game cold turkey. to his Fortress of Solitude Concentrated on trying to be a more dude Six to describe him, struggle over came it still breathing. So people in his life passed and they still leaving when he awake he can still see em Never cocky, his got arrogance fused In a battle before anybody even he done already buried the dude A few chicks in life thought they probably marry the dude Came second place comparing em to His hopes, his visions, His The goal, the mission, the In his eyes dwindled Hes steam, can it be so simple Only who know his music can hear it Its by the naked ear and He spits effortless He can still make something hot putting any effort to it And hes to his own devices Lonely Listening to his own Its life You gon in or you gon fight Do you do homie, its only right Get to the music This the resurrection, the rebirth the recantation the movement S.O.N.N, Of Art Black music Real Hip Hop I dont give yall Rap Music Real when you hear it Six more words to him, you cant contain a free spirit