1st Verse:
Seven twenty-two seventy-four
Delivery ward up in a corridor I was born screaming up a storm up in Kings County
Michael Ernesto Machado the middle followed my biological trying to honor poppa that wouldn’t bother
1212 Bushwick Ave was the residential
My grandmother my mother and me three’s company in an attic apartment regardless
(I Love Y’all)
They provided a comfort that was above our circumstances
It was a chance at a better life
Immigrated from Panama demanded more
Right up a couple of blocks was daycare and kindergarten got my start in the Salvation Army
Around six sitting on bricks that made up my front stoop
The breaks broke on the radio and the foundation was set to set it off
(These are the breaks!)
A seed was planted to feed the planet and go savage

Chorus:
My borough, my home, my zone, I owe, everything in my life that’s right to (My Brooklyn scratch)
My honor, my heart, my soul, upholds in a world so cold attributed to (My Brooklyn scratch)

2nd Verse:
Nineteen Eighty-Six
The summer was buzzing out in the back bugging shooting skelly in the dead of the heat
Chauncey Street
In front of one-twenty
One-ten was the residence
Bed-Stuy with the high crime
Jackie Rob Projects the complex when the game changed never the same
When My Melody broke right out a brownstone banging off a B-Side of Eric B. Is President what the hell is this?
(What up Ralph?)
Yo my man took me under his wing bringing the knowledge you’d never get from a college on how to move through these treacherous streets with no heat just street smarts a whole lot of heart and your word
Observe another hero
Mrs. Graham conducting the program
Sixth grade
P.S. 21 where we all felt like her daughters and sons
(We love you for that)
Promoting the culture of Africa black with more stature

Chorus

3rd Verse:
Nineteen Ninety-One
Aspirations of crossovers and dime dropping the prime option the big stage
of the NBA
Every summer I’m running a full court reporting to the blacktop can’t stop can’t drop break of day
21 park putting in work the whole day whatever it takes
I got to make it my life is on the line but to rhyme declining what I’m designed for
I could shine more
Should of known I was out of my zone the moment my brother uncovered rather helped me discover the passion that was trapped in
My spirit and soul we rolled to a studio where professional artists
Was spiting the hardest
Impeccable rhyme flows sound so incredible
A process I never knew
But I stashed the experience passed a couple decades at last I’m back to capture the masses
I’m running it back

Chorus (2x)