[Intro: Will Smith]
Greatness is not this
Wonderful, esoteric, illusive
God-like feature that only the
Special among us will ever taste
You know, it's something that truly exists
In all of us, and
I'm willing to die for it
[Verse: Stract]
Yeah
I am the visionary, the provision of the vision
With the wisdom and the rhythym
Spitting written exorcisms
I'm imprisoned by my demons
But ambition's my religion
Scribbling syllables and rhymes from time to time
So I can rid them of my mind
My life is on the line but I just crossed it
Willing to die to reach the top
Until I drop into my coffin
I'm a product of the system
Reincarnate of a prophet
I deposit all my words in proper causes
Not my wallet
To be honest, you and me have
Got a lot in common
I wrote these songs for you
So don't you let them be forgotten
If the man upstairs thought of a plan or even
Cares for us
I wonder if he'll hear our prayers or ignore us
Will circumstances that the system set for me
Lead to victory or be dismissed by history
After all, I think that we should let the past be
And you should know this for the future because
You're the past me