Go ahead, try to categorize me
I've never listened well, gave my dad no options
Left my mom nauseous cause nothing was getting thru
Imagine lil Hyphen shipped to military school
It almost happened, right when I started rapping
Almost Randolph-Macon, no Hampshire in the making
Steps that I was taking, was leading down the wrong path
Got my act together but I never came back
See, my lane is mine, never falling in line
Always called a soldier but now those days are over
I could've told ya, that I was always something special
Reminisce to ninety five, provided by Chris Kessell
A lyrical bless you, for everyone saying they ill
I'm over that slang, you know what, I'm just real
Making music I love, and that's what matters
And loving life, cutting away from same patterns.

Man, I'm so past it, feeling fantastic
In an independent headspace, so classic
In my own fashion, forget a reaction
Everything I do timeless, everlasting
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Back from the borough, yet I'm so thoro
Employ a New York flow but I'm Dub Vee for dolo
But you don't know doe, woo woo you know it
I come in so Raw with my fist pump heroics
But yo, I can slow it, in fact I can throw it
Back to the fact that I'm doing me and I love it
Rise above it all and bring on the tests
Refuse to go to my grave knowing I ain't done my best
No unless, that's it, that's why I take my
Free time aside to unleash my designs
I'm fine, I don't really need no stardom
Real recognize real as I beg your pardon
I'm an artist, just sharing my art my way
I suggest you do the same 'fo' time slips away
And you're asking what if in that nursing home
No regrets, nothing less, take control of your own.

If this my last year and I call it a career
Like I said when Meuwl passed and this is my last
And this birthday bash is my last performance
May my musical moments relieve your torment
Never let dreams lie dormant, take a chance explore it
If they tell you no, motivate and floor it
If you feel held back, break away and go
Cause no one knows your flow, you're the star you know
And when you hit the ceiling break thru that bitch
And keep climbing til you're out of oxygen
Never take the L cause in your blood pumps win
Jordan didn't get 6 by just giving in
Sound like Volume 1 with my inspirations
Didn't do all that I could do with my situations
But I feel good, and that's word to James Brown
I faced the man in the mirror and I've reached higher ground.