Maya:

how you livin’? / how you livin’? / what you’re given? / is it all that you thought it’d be?

Pete:

used to be I saw graffiti outlines in dried leaves / used to have a battle rhyme ready for every m.c. in the whole wide world back when I told my girl, “don’t make me choose between hip hop and you ‘cause you’ll lose” / had a crew of young fools into forties and guns, shorties and fun by all means necessary / scary how we used to act back, back in the day / the soundtrack to my life with a hi hat tap tappin’ away / in fact I prayed for the day that I got paid for the rhymes I made / stayed with it through thick and thin / didn’t listen when mom sighed and eyed me with them disappointed looks like, “you should’ve hit the books”

for all I do, for all I see / for all I know, for all I be / for all I need, for all I bleed / for all b-boys, graf writers, djs and m.c.s

for all I do, for all I see / for all I know, for all I be / for all I need, for all I bleed / is it all that you thought it’d be?

Pete:

lookin’ back, yeah those were the days / you were in K-Swiss I was rockin’ a fade / had my mom hopin’ it was only a faze / busy with the rhymes never mindin’ my grades / we were two of a kind trying to find who we were / messed around those days disappeared in a blur / you were poppin’ at Jenn and had a baby by her / told me you were in love but you didn’t sound sure / but that’s all ancient history now / I tell your kid to be proud, “your old man was a dope m.c.” / she just rolls her eyes and waits for me to stop / eleven years old and she don’t even like hip hop / but yo, we know the deal and how it made us feel and how we still get sparked by something that’s real / I’d beg borrow and steal to give you back them days / my mom still trippin’ out ‘cause it’s a life long faze for me / will I blow up? hmm, wait and see / got a whole bunch of beautiful people to take with me / and I owe hip hop more than I could ever repay so I spread love every day

for all I do…

Maya:

we had all the time in the world before money was an issue / before fame was an issue / sittin’ on the stoop spittin’ rhymes / dance from the heart / now I’m coming up / and I’ll meet you where you’re at / you don’t seem to be so happy / how you livin’? / are you about what you said? / or is that dead? / childhood dreams, baby screams / the fight to be free / to express what we / what we just want to be

how you livin’? / how you livin’? / what you’re given? / is it all that you thought it’d be?

for all I do…