Mom N Pops Spot Tha God Fahim

[Verse 1]
This is history in the making
Every rhyme I spit, every line I rip
Is a sign of shift, culture is art and art is freedom
Align my legion, the hate is stronger by the season
Gimme a reason to trust, and maybe then I will
Keepin' the steel concealed for when I'm in the field
Nigga, chill, playin' too much out here'll get you killed
Without a official deal, I still strive
I'm knee-deep in the game, and I'm still alive
Through the oppressors' eyes, I prob'ly wouldn't make it to 25
The history in school is all lies
My misery obscured by sharp knives and depression
Don't interfere my session, this is therapeutic
I pull strings like an acoustic guitar
Who we are is defined by our actions
And me and you ain't cut from the same fabric
I'm movin' not focused for somethin' to change drastic
But still, I know I'm blessed by Allah's magic

[Chorus]
How could it be? I was born to emcee
Mom and Pop spots got me shippin' my CD
Came a long way, no cable, no TV
Still got dreams to see me on TV
How could it be? I was born to emcee
Mom and Pop spots got me shippin' my CD
Came a long way, no cable, no TV
Still got dreams to see me on TV