Five brooks merge into one to mold this expanse
Oh How!! fortunate was the soil to have given birth to such a man.
Years of yearning and penance were a blessing h was their only child
He was their universe, the apple of their eye
Obedient and rooted he was in every sense
Hellucid and sincere to par excellence
A flame had been flickering inside him
A desire had been quivering inside him
He began to ink out his scribbles carving out his destiny
Soon fame and success were next to him
He was spitting bullets of rhyme
Never a miss, he'd strike the bull's eye
But they weighed him down until he was on his knees
A wounded lion brought down to 0 degrees
Ignorant of stature and life so grand
roaring on yet he was a simple man
He still beats among the million and a handful still hate on him
Yet the title "legend" fits great on him
