My Life (Outro)

(álbum: Revolutions Per Minute - 2010)

[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah
Yes indeed, got 'em up to speed
We got what they need, yeah
Reflection Eternal
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life

Yo, what's the daily word?
You ever feel like giving everything up
And buying a boat so you can sail the world?
Ayo, what's really hood?
He got a gift with the lyrics
The beat is lifting your spirit when you ain't feeling good
Sometimes he feel like the whole world is turning on him
The people miserable and try to place they burdens on him
He revealing the truth, like he a portal
A vampire sucked his blood, now he immortal
First he ignored, then he worked the applause
He thirsty for more cause they loving how he perfectly flawed
Most of these rappers softer than Velour Juicy Couture
And from the start he put his heart in every verse he record
Cursed to perform for the corporation
He made a profit with Satan
Then got with the Beat Konducta for his "Liberation"
And for free at last
Till everybody started selling it but him
He's like I need to see a piece of that
And get right with God
He know his gift is a phenomenon
He catch it when it strike like a lightning rod
His rhymes are the spitting image he created us in
We getting paid, and the wages is sin
True, it's like death in a room
Every lie we ingest and consume
Is guaranteed to make us vegetables soon
Sometimes it's so hard, can't go on
Where did he lose his focus, where did he go wrong?
He should love his life, he got a loving wife at home
But still find himself roaming through the club at night
Kiss his children and they hug him tight
Gotta prove his love in family court tomorrow
Cause he and they mother fight
These other artists really don't know what to make of him
So they afraid of him, but they ain't breaking him
It's been over ten years since he gave you "The Blast"
The ones that counted him out, they didn't do the math
The fans tell him he under-appreciated
Underrated and hated, but he thankful they debated
Thankful that he made it to glory while some faded
Thankful that he keep it so real while some fake it
Thankful for the skills that's keeping the family stable
Thankful for the meals he put on the family table
He pay the bills when he able and spend for pleasure when he can
This the true measure of a man
Some things he'll never understand, that's okay though
He know we're moulded in the image of God like Play-Doh
But still he wax philosophical like Aristotle
Maybe one day they'll come up with a better model
But until then, he the best there is
More than ten-thousand hours in
So that make him a specialist, oh yeah it's way more than relevance
It's classic, original, you'll remember this