 This was a God dream. Hip-hop was our religion. Stevie's vision of ribbons in the sky. It's the good life. We was living in the shop. Seemed too good to dove. He begin to fly. Told him, Paz and Maze, they lot will never die. Me and Yasin was holding rappers at bay. One, two, check and like back in the day. That's when Dr. Angelo told me I should sing. A cage bird with grave birds for higher things. I got wings. Hey, yeah.