Jay-Z

Grew up on the hot block

Carried everything including a glock

Never a day went by

How he watched other children cry and die

 

Po Boy sold white to write

Without discerning wrong from right

Suddenly, it became his way

Lyricists faltered in the hay

 

With enough clout

You might just buy him out

Then you’ll see how easy

It is to be Jay-Z

 

Ole Boy knew how to draw the line

Rags to riches always so fine

Even if you don’t say his name

Y’all hate the player not his game

 

Bad boy done good

Up one block from the neighborhood

Time passes, along comes a cutie

Statuesque beauty well-known so lootie

 

Breakout fashion

Making power the passion

All that dreams are made of

Where is Heaven, who looks above?

 

Hot damn, who could own their plane

Does water hit them in the rain

Able to leap at the drop of a dime

Setting the stage for his next rhythm and rhyme

 

Greeted by the royals

Forgetting about the spoils

Manifest Destiny

Get onstage, that’s the place to be

 

Close your eyes, try to imagine

Lord, don’t hurt your head from all the clashing

Just wipe your eyes so you can see

There’s something about the dream called Jay-Z