International was maximum Took a hiatus he again Be all you can be is all they of him Joe Fraziered his way out the corner they him in No broke bones, minimum bruises, few endured a lot shit you cant Chest out tall Said the world and walked off Left the game cold turkey. Retreated to his Fortress of Concentrated on trying to be a more dude Six words to describe him, struggle over came it breathing. So many people in his life and they still leaving Even he awake he can still see em Never cocky, his modesty got arrogance In a battle anybody even spits he done already buried the dude A few chicks in thought they would probably marry the dude second place when comparing em to His hopes, his visions, His The goal, the mission, the In his done dwindled Hes losing steam, can it be so Only those who his music can hear it Its by the naked ear and He still spits He can still make something hot without any effort to it And hes left to his own nights Listening to his own Its life You gon give in or you gon Do what you do homie, its right Get to the music This the resurrection, the rebirth the recantation the Ba'ath S.O.N.N, Soul Of Art Black Hip Hop I dont give yall that Rap Music Real music you hear it Six words to describe him, you cant contain a free spirit