Now or Never Pt. 3

From brave new rap, to save your friends
Each album took a new turn, a chapter in my rap life
And anyone thought I’d stop was on a crack pipe
Cause I was dedicated to the crap, plus I rock like graphite
Half right, notice my stress though
Bro save yourself, for myself needed saving, stay fresh though
I became a father, which means I became a martyr
Admittedly a kink in my armour
Thinking that karma is not so bad
Thought life was mostly sad, well not so fast
New meaning when your new born smiles
Now with all about food in your new born’s mouth
So now or never, eye of the storm
All or nothing, what they write movies about
It’s the score, the soundtrack of life as I know it
Just the unjust summed up as a poem