| Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo |
| Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes |
| Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes |
| I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on |
| I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on |
| No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy |
| I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me |
| Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me |
| My fuel my drive |
| All just increased when you hated on Classified |
| Here’s advice, for every rapper startin' out |
| Don’t release a record 'til you’re happy with the bars you wrote |
| My fourth album’s the first record I really liked |
| Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn’t write |
| So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it’s the wrong way |
| But sit back and let the song play |
| Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start |
| I never had the skill but he knew I had the heart |
| Now understand, what I say |
| This year, no mistakes |
| Got here, no fate |
| Paid dues, won’t wait |
| Made some mistakes and I’ll probably make more |
| Just how it happens when you’re try to go forward |
| I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship |
| People got offended, relationships were ended |
| So that’s why I remember this, severe every tie |
| Cause every time I ever endevor with business |
| It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don’t need 'em |
| And you’d wouldn’t talk to me if I didn’t have the beat you needed |
| I’ve been through too many shitty MC’s with beats, believe it |
| But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding |
| I’m hungary, can’t think with an empty stomach |
| Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it |
| Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through |
| Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to |
| Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I’m tryin' to do is music |
| Forget about these interviews and photoshoots |
| It’s just not something for Class |
| I’m only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that’s that |
| I started off young, took a couple wrong paths |
| Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo |
| I started off young, took a couple wrong paths |
| Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it |
| Now it’s all good and I ain’t ever lookin' back; yeah, yo |
| And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me |
| Like you ain’t gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty |
| Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it |
| Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it |
| I’m an addict for the marijuana |
| Doesn’t matter if I wanna get high |
| I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose |
| I know this shit’ll probably kill me |
| And I won’t quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty |
| And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence |
| Never made made mistakes, then I’ll never made no progress, man |
| No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn’t know me |
| I’d still be back at Sobey’s stockin' ya shelf with groceries |