Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot’s on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I’m tired
Build me up, break me down to build me up again
They like, Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again
Hov got flow though he’s no Big and Pac, but he’s close
How I’m ‘posed to win, they got me fightin’ ghosts
Same sword they knight you they gon’ good night you with
Sh.., Thats’ only half if they like you
That ain’t even the half what they might do
Don’t believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas; see Caesar, see Brutus
See success is like suicide
Suicide, it’s a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it’s tough bein’ Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you gotta beat Bobby now
Now the question is, is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?…”