From the bottom (17:13)

The beginning The first six studs that land on the pitch Best foot forward the dirt on the kicks Tell a hood story no bread in the tin Be a breadwinner when you turn seventeen or turn to nicotine graduate to junkie before your nineteenth and die before you even get to see thirty. The traps and the blocks on the way is too plenty. you can't master it all you don't know nothing at all if you don't know that simple fact. The goal is to master yourself. I'm looking internally when I need some help. The meds might have gone to my head. Looking up at wrist watch The time might have read half past dead. But I keep punchin the clock I don't stop Like I'm still trying to please my boss I'm on stock. fighting just to keep the head on my shoulders when I circle the block