Face the World
[Intro: Recognize Ali]
Uh, uh.  Yes, yes, yes, yes.  Uh.  Face the world, baby.  Yo.  Uh

[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]
I done lived around some nigga stuff
Some real, some fake, some refused to grow
Summer fucking hot, nigga.  But the winter cold
While these niggas settling for less, I’m thinking Interscope
Yeah.  Tell the world I’m the new 50
I’m in the real 50.  Haters seen dudes bitching
Synced up in our own black Mitsubishi
Jeans is hundred, but the Timberlands is two-fifty
Yeah.  Do the math—I got, like, ten of those
And, motherfuckers, I ain’t bought that from selling nose
I’m just a mottovational speaker that’s selling hope
I won’t stop ‘til success is in my center crews
Yeah.  I’m in the streets like homeless people
Like your neighborhood nurse, I deliver the needles
Lost like a Mus-i-lim nigga in a cathedral
Street’s martyr far from dumb—my approach is cerebral
Know a few know the body from the bread, nigga
The enemy ain’t your own kind, but the Feds, nigga
What up, Roxy?  Dream on like I said, nigga
‘Cause once you stop dreaming, then you’re dead, nigga
[Hook: Ron Ron]
There’s soul with the picture of pain
We all will get along, still on the way
And I won’t let my pain go erase my baby
I’ma turn around and lay this today
Face the change

[Verse 2: Recognize Ali]
I’m a sinner and a fucking saint
I’m just a lost soul that’s hoping he can reach his [?]
Give me all the fucking cash.  You could keep the fame
Light a blunt and get a picture that I’m trying to paint
Last night, my chick ain’t showed with a rendezvous
I swear to God, my people don’t see what I’m going through
I’m like the black Jesus.  I’m misunderstood
At the Last Supper, all I see is snakes like a déjà vu
Ain’t no love in the streets—we brawl and we hassle
Like an exam, all these niggas want to do is pass you
But when I spit, they go nuts like a fucking cashew
They trying to build a house.  I’m trying to build a fucking castle
While they trying to crawl, I’m trying to walk, nigga
While they trying to walk, I’m tryna fly
So I’m high every time.  Mix the kush with the Henny, I’m
Sicker than the patient.  I’ll be beasting with these daily lines
Yeah.  Face the world with my chest out
Ain’t nothing I ain’t seen.  Shit, I’m stressed out
Motherfucker, I dare you to bring your best out
Then I’ma catch a body on my next bout
[Hook: Ron Ron]
There’s soul with the picture of pain
We all will get along, still on the way
And I won’t let my pain go erase my baby
I’ma turn around and lay this today
Face the change