♪♪ This is the story of a... ♪♪ This is the story of a... ♪♪ My mind flashes, I see the ashes of the masters who touched the masses I ask if I'll ever be one When I die will heaven be done? When will my legend become? I will forever be young through old tales A breakdancing down at O'Dell's Streets named after me is where my soul dwells Desires of a church choir, Trinity United I think of good memories that Hennessy provided Memories divided by perception Will it be water for chocolate or resurrection? The path to perfection is rarely achieved I head in a direction I dream and believe An underground dude that overachieved From the Windy City I was blowing they eaves Somewhere along the way I aired out MCs But to stand out some days you may freeze Degrees Who lives? And who dies? Who holds on? To all our lives Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story? Yo, the anticipation arose as time froze The black men in the morgue were John Doe's Lynch for whistling at blind Doe's I said a prayer with my eyes closed As I loaded the Roscoe's at the sink, yo I've been a bullet on the brink But being a young king Probably different than you think though The quills that I dip into the ink Go to document it You'll remember me when I'm extinct, yo Sing the carol of the young pharaoh Who slew Levi if them were one arrow As I revolve through the gun barrel Just to watch it unravel I tell him, have heart, must travel Keep my legacy alive Even if I don't survive till a curtain call First of all, realize what we're working towards Fuck around, find what we're searching for The earth, my name written in curse of war Who lives and who dies? Who holds on to all our lives? Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? Who lives and who dies? Who holds on to all our lives? Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? Frozen in time and can't let it go Nat Cole, unforgettable The pedestal I'm on I'ma end up on a federal reserve Know your money with a hip-hop quote I might change legislation with some shit that I wrote For boats that we came on To lights with our name on Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of time Truthfully, my stopwatch is one with the divine Centuries from now, they'll play my freestyle And say this is the brilliance of a black American child Endowed by the streets of the shy, proud Known to move in silence, but could be loud The noise of b-girls and boys Building to destroy the perception of urban aggression My life is a progression, of course For the oppressors of chorus My story is the glory of the Lord Who lives, who dies, who holds on to all our lives? Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?