| I was born to do |
| I was born to do |
| I was born to do |
| I was born to do |
| I was sitting right here |
| Locked in this room off through the night |
| Trying to write |
| Every second of my life in this mic |
| It’s been a fight just to get them to |
| Listen and pay attention watchintil my knuckles are bleeding they made a dent |
| not to mention |
| Ain’t got a dollar to my name |
| Just living getting the game straight caught up in the fame |
| Sleeping in my car hoping to sell a disk |
| Cause you’re wanting this so bad you’re tasting it on your lips |
| Get a pen and paint a picture |
| Worth a pen and pull the ladder |
| Where there’s pen and patter |
| Purple broken jabs, oh well it doesn’t matter |
| Cause this earth won’t all be forever |
| I’m keeping my head high and hoping for the better when |
| Everything’s down and now under the weather and |
| Every first round you out |
| Stuck in the strata yeah |
| Claim to have friends but they’re never around |
| So you keep moving on, one man in a crowd |
| This my day, this is my night |
| This is my pain, this is my life |
| This is what! I was born to do, I was born to do |
| Every new day, every new night |
| Every new stage, every new fight |
| This is what! I was born to, I was born to do |
| This is what I’m made for |
| Every single moment that I’m living I can feel it on the stage for |
| You don’t know the half of, half of what I’ve given to make it up to this level |
| Every day at home spitting every day alone wishing |
| While every role shifting |
| And every cold win |
| It’s getting heavy, road slipping |
| Every day maybe my last chance to make it |
| Every day I’m seeing less cash on the bank slip |
| Grasp and get anxious rap like a tank ship |
| Give ‘em something that they’ve never had from this basement |
| Show ‘em watcha made of, just tell ‘em straight up |
| You can go and take on the world |
| Whatchu you afraid of? |
| Yes, it’s right around the bend |
| It’s a first round look now let the the rounds begin |
| No need to count to 10 |
| We can count the win |
| And you can count me to knock out every sound I’m in |
| This my day, this is my night |
| This is my pain, this is my life |
| This is what! I was born to do, I was born to do |
| Every new day, every new night |
| Every new stage, every new fight |
| This is what! I was born to, I was born to do |
| Fought to my knees, every night and I pray |
| Asking lord let ‘em hear like I’ve something to say |
| There’s a fear right there and it’s coming new way |
| Don’t let it stop you from living for what you were made |
| It’s not a dream; it’s a destiny, blessed to see |
| When the whole world listens to this mess in me |
| There’s a message inside what you get from me |
| A little life, little love that’s a recipe |
| So when the world’s crushing down and you feel the weight on your shoulders |
| Try to pick it up but you’re steady stacking up boulders |
| Every day’s a gift, never miss it getting older |
| Blessing and a struggle know that you’re just on the road to a life |
| You were born to live, so I wake up every day and just give it |
| What I’m born to give |
| Everything in me and nothing less |
| While this heart’s still beating up inside my chest |
| This my day, this is my night |
| This is my pain, this is my life |
| This is what! I was born to do, I was born to do |
| Every new day, every new night |
| Every new stage, every new fight |
| This is what! I was born to, I was born to do |