The Creator

This one here's for The Creator
This one here's for The Creator
This one here's for The Creator
This one here's for The Creator
This one here's for The Creator
This one here's for The Creator

[Verse 1]
"Trying to get over," like Curtis Mayfield said
I was a problem child, running wild in the night
Living on a not-so-safe set of life
Caught up in the rapture, quick to blast ya
Neglected as a juvenile, so labelled a 'ghetto bastard'
Forced to live the life of a hoodster on the prowl
Going through my life with a permanent frown
But still you stood by me and you got me here safely
Never turned away from me when others lost faith in me
Even when I was a non-believer and doubted your existence
You still shed mercy on my ignorance
How can I say this, no words can't explain
How much I thank you for helping me deal with the pain
For sparing my life at times, I thought I was through
All praise is due, here's to you so

[Chorus]
This is for the lover in you
This is for the things that you do
This time I will take up for you
Cause your love's gon' last forever

[Verse 2]
Now as I reminisce like Minnie Riperton in a Pendleton
I'm having flashbacks looking at these photographs'
Glancing at old flicks of me and my dogs
Thinking how we all played little league football
No set-tripping, we was down for one another
From pups to mutts, we came up, Westside hustlers
You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us
Starched Corduroy's with the fresh peachy folders
Washington High School, damn, them was the days
The 12th grade came and we went our own ways
Doing what we had to do to make ends meet
Some of us went to college and some kicked the streets
Some of us passed away, some just faded
Some turned snitch, and some is incarcerated
Me, I been blessed to catch wreck over beats
But without you, this wouldn't be complete
So

[Chorus]
This is for the lover in you
This is for the things that you do
This time I will take up for you
Cause your love's gon' last forever

[Verse 3]
(Ooh child, things ain't getting any easier...)
Surviving in the ghetto you got to stay strong
But realistically no man out here can make it alone
Ain't no sleeping, none of us creeping
I see the men that's in the streets, and
Smokers fiendin, the drama got me thinking
How I need to play as if I was a Stylistic
And stop and look and listen
Take a second out to count my blessings
Cause you could of laid me down a long time ago
But you let me live, and God knows I ain't a angel
So I'ma take this opportunity to flip the script
For the lover of you, cause props is due
For sparing my life at times I though I was through
I got to give it up, here's to you so

[Chorus]
This is for the lover in you
This is for the things that you do
This time I will take up for you
Cause your love's gon' last forever