You got the heart?

Yo, it's true I used be a fool back in school

I wasn't rude but I was like a block of wood

Nice to you, whether you cool or uncool

I had no clue who was true or untrue

As a kid I wanted to be a writer

But never did shit; I was just a dreamer

Thought I was smart but I was just immature

Just another chess piece of a chess player

Oh-Four-Oh-Two-Oh-Seven, became smarter

Went on to read things beyond the paper

I guess it's weird I wanna be a rapper

Given how shy I was as a teenager

Always loved the poetry and the music

Now I'm thinkin' about producin' it

I've got my fears, but I gotta face it

One life, one chance, not gonna waste it

Now what do I have, got the rhymes to slay

Emotions to vent, too much words to say

But nothing much else apart from all that

At least I've got the heart and that's a fact

And motherfucker, that's the reason I killed ya back in twenty-0-seven.

You still want the life of a failure? No? Then get your fuckin' ass up and start workin' and stop procrastinatin'. Bitch.