1988 brought into the world,
Mixed race, always a good hit with the girls,
But where do I belong not black not white,
Come to think of it, should I even take sides?
Left hand when I write, right fist when I fight,
Conquering all with one mind on the mic,
From early I had the top in my sight,
And I gotta thank God for showing me the light,
And I gotta move forward,
No awkward life, a free man like Morgan,
I feel it in my organs,
Somethings coming, it’s bait in my recordings,
You're only young once, live for the moment,
Across the seas, transcending the oceans,
Despite all the images of doom,
Above it all, is the fact that we’re human,
A connection we’ve overlooked,
These nations have got us hooked,
On a free life, we don’t know what that is,
Just a daily struggle, handling biz,
The stress and torment of making riches,
Worship the wealthy, buy their pictures,
And the wickedest thing is,
On a daily we worship killers,
No fiction, real facts,
Like how radio won’t play real rap,
The pop star era has been infectious,
Dream for myself, there’ll be no inception,
Spending big p’s on a necklace?
That’s how I know your whole life is a head trip,
Look the day I’m arrested,
That’s when you’ll know freedom of thought has ended.

1988, when this all began,
Hold tight Robert, shout out to Anne,
From when I used to spit with Prov and Dan,
COA, the Alliance was Mad,
Now it’s OD, and Silent Movementz,
Through the scene you can watch us cruising,
Do you get the point now, I aint losing,
Through My Eyes, MMR is a nuisance,
On the mic I’m a kill it,
Can I spread love and still be the illest?
How am I dead broke but still the richest?
Content of a giant, fan base of a midget,
On paper this don’t make sense,
It seems these days, art don’t make pence,
Let alone pounds,
So I’m still around town on the underground,
What’s the basis of living?
Book of life, what are the secrets hidden?
Are there any words that the God’s have written?
Or do I just trust the rich man’s wisdom,
I ain’t saying all we’re fed is lies,
But why are we limited to the skies,
Have to pay for existence on earth,
Soon to be chipped and tracked from birth,
Huh, freedom’s a trip,
I’ll say it again we don’t know what that is,
The social contracts to blame for this,
Lives panned out from the day you exist,
I ain’t trying to be political,
Generally just keep it spiritual,
Keeping the boastie bait talk minimal,
I don’t care if you think I ain’t lyrical,

1988, you know way back when,
Before I’d ever heard of a Maybach Benz,
Before getting lost in the ways of men,
Been reborn, time for payback then,
You can’t hold me down,
No waste man would ever take my crown,
Bun dat talk, rude boy pipe down,
Nothing impure could ever test my sound,
Back again, and I won’t ever leave,
Spreading the love everywhere there’s need,
I'll die on my feet, rather than live on my knees,
It’s time my people were set free,
I can’t live a life like this,
From what I've seen it’s peak for the kids,
As the world turns, it’s deep as it is,
And I've only got limited time on my wrist,
I’m a ride til the end,
Never bin one to touch mic and pretend,
Only for the truth will I send,
Need that talk to stay on the mend,
Away from this broken world,
Broken boys and broken girls,
What happened to long term vision?
This YOLO talk has got us tripping,
If you're born in the trap,
From early you learn how to scrap,
Many many men try learn how to rap,
All with the aim of earning a batch,
Cos we’re taught that money is power,
But are you free when you're paid by the hour?
Look whatever will be, will be,
But let it be known my people will be free.