My Life (Outro)

[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