My skills
I use my skills to be keep it real.
The word can give life or he can kill.
I'm like bomb, but go in subway past stiles,
Because I'm going to heaven and I live.
When I fall down,
I lift up one's head, open my eyes and I'm looking looking around.
I get up on my legs,
And I force me go on this way, on this God's way. Go go next!
Ups on revolution when everything is quiet,
Because few people have enough bread.
My skills! Are wasted in vain, use efficiently!
I use my skills to be keep it real.
I'm not selling skills, do not sell life,
Do not get the same buzz from dirt!
I do not sell myself, because I'm not a machine
I do not write on drugs, do not consume cocaine.
I'm not one of those bastards who sell friends for a bread
Are you holding your breath listening to my tracks
I am not writing for you to re-read my texts
Well, just try to do better if he rescues from the devil snakes
My pride as a steel fist is pulling me down
But I will rise up, even though I'm not a professor Stone
If you think you can bring hope to the world , be bold
Do not be shy, if you want, you can call me
To begin with, to change the world with God , despite the weather
With His help, we can make the world a better
But, as the saying goes, "If you want to change the world
Start with yourself , " ohh my Lord
Nobody says it's easy , it's hard. I think too
But if you can not do it, what can I do ?
Listen my music, listen my skills.
It's must to be keep it real.