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Life is a building process. Everyday, every step, every breath, contributes to who you become. Who that is, is up to you. Beat by Ill Poetic, for the album "To Mock A Killingbird".

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[intro]
Build.
Let's build it up.
Yeah. C'mon and help me, help me build it up.
Uh. Let's build it up.
Let's build. Yeah.

[verse 1]
Now when I say build it up I don't mean to make it larger
What I hope is that you'll raise it like a daughter
Take it further, stretch it farther
Yeah I'm askin you to act like a father
Not a martyr.
Pardon me while I excise the excess fears that you harbor
Tears are just the start of
Somethin smarter
The art of tryin to understand what you're part of

[verse 2}
I wrote a letter to my future self
Thanking him for all his help
He gave me something to leap toward
A bigger goal than the me of old ever would have reached for
And so I seek more
Wonderin what these wings are for?
They're so I can soar
I know I have to leave where my nest is
It's the only way to see what my best is
You wanna test this?
Shit, just try and hold me back next time I feel restless
Bring you best six men to restrain me
There's not a cage strong enough to contain me
This confidence may cause you to stare
But I'm not on the fence about the double dog dare
Not gonna mince any truth that I share
I'm building myself, put it all out there.

[verse 3]
This is not a song that was written to convince you
It's anecdotal evidence meant to uplift you
The antidote to all the shit that you been through
Been abused, been bruised, I'm here to defend you
Atticus Finch you,
Anne Frank in the attic, safest place that you been to
Black, white or jew I'll befriend you
And any other color bird, sing a song, be a friend true
But if your song don't hold up to scrutiny
And your words just don't ring truthfully
I'm a give you one chance to undo it free
I suggest that you sing carefully
Then if your song still just ain't movin me
And your words just don't ring truthfully
It don't matter if you once meant the moon to me
Just assume that there won't be no you and me.

[verse 4]
See my man Ill Poetic stretched and primed the canvas
I'm just here to question the answers
I'm questin for answers, contestin the lessons, no guessin
This could be the answer to your questions
Now you can't see a broken life through illegal window tint
Shattered glass, lost innocence
In a sense I was standin on the fence
Where my life would end up, Where my life would end
So it begins with a look back
Concrete callin through those sidewalk cracks
It's voice familiar, trapped in my memory
A much younger me askin "Do you remember me?"
"And even though I'm still in my infancy,
I was hopin you would grant me clemency."
I said "You aren't just part of me, you were the start of me
Your feet in these streets is the heart of our artistry.

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from To Mock A Killingbird, released March 23, 2015
Beat by Ill Poetic.
Written and Performed by Kris Hampton

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Kris "Odub" Hampton Cincinnati, Ohio

Hiphop head since 1984. Bboy since 1985. Hiphop maker since 1990. The rest is history.

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