I walk a mile in my own shoes, crowned the king

in the name of the father, let the sermon begin.

They're observing again, watching my mind spin

watching how time turns enemies into friends

and friends to enemies. Why do they envy me?

Is it because I emcee? Break into social scenes?

How do you mean?

Of course I missem but I had to disem all, self-hate is not my mission. Nope.

I'm just a man, doing the best I can, doing the best I can, I'm just a man.

I might fall short but I love the unseen hand, love the unseen hand, love the unseen hand.

Sometimes I ask myself, I ask late at night

Who am I using

Who is abusing

Who

is he choosing

Who am I sleeping on that I'm confusing

Who is my muse, she probably plays the guitar

probably four dimensional, probably lives in bars

So many scars

Young black boy in my room, made my style animated, called my style cartoon, betcha pump.

When you're driving up the coastline, your closed mind exposed while the sunshine design......

I'm just a man, doing the best I can, doing the best I can, I'm just a man.

I might fall short but I love the unseen hand, love the unseen hand, love the unseen hand.

You better believe it. Do the hustle. Keep it real. Rain down on me.