Last Of The Starmakers

With the love I have inside of me, we can turn this world around
We can live through all eternity and we never touch the ground
We’ll take a chance to ride upon a star to a place that’s far away
The light of love will shine on us forever and a day

Verse 1:
I’m the last of the starmakers
Coming from the place of killers and lawbreakers
Where bending moral and corrupt will get you far, player
Only if you pull the right strings like guitar players
I hold it down like ministers when I’m baptizing these beats
Give ‘em new life like game cheats
Same week had the best and worst days of my life
Knew hip-hop was dead when I heard about Phife
Felt the blade of the knife, funny thing I was pierced by my so-called friends
I put my life through a lens
So I could cleanse what I’m overlooking
Started on a new chapter, show still booking
So I correct the stage like Eric Andre
Still cooking food for thought, these entrees
‘cause somebody gotta step up
I lost fam tryna keep they rep up
Days with no lights ‘cause the bills never kept up
That’s when you shine, mama stayed on the grind
Even if she didn’t give me birth, told me, ‘you mine’
You a star, don’t ever forget that
Little brother listening, it’s time for the getback
Told ‘em to sit back
Don’t want him seeing this injustice
There gotta be gods among us
But they keep our heroes fighting each other while they still hunger
Blood on the leaves, can’t breathe, will I get killed for selling CDs?
I don’t know

It’s crazy, man
But I learned how to glow
Time to shine, time to shine, yo

Verse 2:
Three three four to the nine one nine
I’m on your mind like horsehair
Rappers ain’t really beefin’, most diss like Infinite Warfare
I’m from the place of infinite warfare
Where they shoot out for thrill-seeks, man
When lightening strikes, bring a new meaning to kill-streaks
I spent some years on the street, never feel weak
You can never say I’m not a emcee
Boy, you couldn’t handle bars, and I’m only going ten-speed
Cheaper to die than stay alive so it seems
It’s a gift and a curse, ironic my raps clean
Ain’t from the city of dreams
I’m from the city where we dream we’ll make it past seventeen
Fiends lost to the white, blood stains on they nose
And footprints in the powder like they checking for ghosts, whoa
Became a showstopper
Clean ’til the fat lady sing a soap opera
So proper, look
Just keep your eyes on the stars
My message bringing the people together like say menage
These scars had me mold into the dreamer that I am
Ain’t no filters on these pictures I paint, this ain’t The ‘gram
Racists try to slam [?] but don’t know how to act
Told ‘em watch Pursuit of Happiness, my will is intact, where you at?

That’s what I’m talk’ ‘bout