(Verse 1)
Just keep it goin`; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin` `til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin` back, I guess you haters helped me
My fuel my drive
All just increased when you hated on Classified
Here`s advice, for every rapper startin` out
Don`t release a record `til you`re happy with the bars you wrote
My forth album`s the first record I really liked
Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn`t write
So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it`s the wrong way
But sit back and let the song play
Props to Joe Bombay for hookin` me up at the start
I never had the talent but he knew I had the heart
(Chorus) (2x)
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won`t wait
Made some mistakes and I`ll probably make more
Just how it happens when you`re try to go forward
(Verse 2)
I made the mistake of mixin` business and friendship
People got offended, relationships were ended
So that`s why I remember this, severe every tie
Cause every time I ever endevor with business
It fucks up; Nothin` personal, but I got friends, I don`t need `em
And you`d wouldn`t talk to me if I didn`t have the beat you needed
I`ve been through too many shitty MC`s with beats, believe it
But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
I`m hungary, can`t think with an empty stomach
Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
Not tryin` to make excuses; But all I`m tryin` to do is music
Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
It`s just not something for Class
I`m only here for rhymes, buildin` beats, killin` tracks and that`s that
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
Now it`s all good and I ain`t ever lookin` back; yeah, yo
And I got this joint on my keyboard starin` back at me
Like you ain`t gone be happy `til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin` it
Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin` it
I`m an addict for the marijuana
Doesn`t matter if I wanna get high
I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose
I know this shit`ll probably kill me
And I won`t quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
Never made made mistakes, then I`ll never made no progress, man
No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn`t know me
I`d still be back at Sobey`s stockin` ya shelf with groceries
(Chorus) (2x)
