Leaving A Legacy Part 2

Some people let their dirt out, some just keep it all in em. So when a man dies, all his secrets go with him and fade. A part of history no longer known. Did a lotta dirt I'll bury with me when I'm gone. When my story's told, how will they tell it?

Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish?

Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint?

Will I go down as a winner? What's the picture they're gonna paint?

Wouldn't say that I'm a quitter, that's one thing I know I ain't. Will they tarnish, will they taint? Glorify me, over-think?

Say they know me, say I'm great? Say I'm phony, I was fake? Say the things about me they never told me to my face?

I was loved, I was hated. Just a guy with a dream. I'm a liar, I was honest. I was all of these things. When I'm gone, let them talk; discussing who I am. When they bury me, just know I wasn't nothin but a man.

If I should die, let this here be my will. Reincarnate a guy, send me right back to the Chi. Let me relive my younger days just once again. Reenact my memories from every friend to every sin. Keeping demons buried deep inside my closet...

Yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account. My eyes lit while I think about my childhood. Now I'm blanking out. Those were truly my best days. The only thing I had to stress was how the heck to get girls. Gradually turned into me stressing how the hell to get work. Been schooling so long, now how's this gonna help me get paid? Ok, I'm moving along quickly. I guess the flow is sickly. But yet I can't forget my past and hope it won't forget me. Got good grades, but A's can't stop strays so pray for me.

See brothas pour liquor but hey, don't wait for me. Because I'm out to cheat death, she out to bury my ass. You know the cliche "life's a b***h"? Well I'm gonna marry that ass and a sign a pre-nup.

Think back to when we tore the basketball court up. Rapping and we scrapping, got older and started hitting  the bars up. Gave mean mugs to other brothers, but we winked to all the girls. Then we went back to the crib thinking we had saw the world. No sir.

Came a long way from having mama chauffeur. It's hard to think these girls at some point were so pure. But now we play the game..

When it's over, send me back. I swear I'm not gonna change a thing.

Farewell.

NOTE: Ok so, this isn't an original piece. What I wrote above are actually lyrics to a J.Cole song entitled "Farewell." Now the reason I did this is because I don't think I've ever had a song where I relate to basically every single verse. I changed it up a little from the original lyrics, but it's nearly identical. The reason I didn't just post the song was because I want you to read the lyrics. Also, I felt it went almost hand in hand with my last post which is why I entitled this Part 2. Check out the actual song below.