I wanna be a legend.

Yeah fuck the frame,
I'm a simple woman.

But I wanna be a legend.

Fuck the riches,
give me my title.

Give me my grandeur,
my power, my props.

Give me your heart
for which I slice open
with all of these metaphors
and imagery.

Give me your soul on
a platter that I will devour,
eating all of your vices
and doubts,

craving a path or a
road in your mind.

Call me overrated.

Call me GOAT.

Call me Tupac,

Call me legend.

The young poet who
frequently used "hennessy"
and "enemies" rhyme
scheme.

The young poet who
called one of the baddest
the "omega" of his heart.

The legend. The persona.

Feed me the activist that
had all eyez on him,
the rider with ambition.

Ambition.

Soul sucking, can't keep
your eyez off him, strictly
for the N.I.G.G.A.S
west coast's finest,
the host with the Juice
who went above the rim,

Call me Tupac.

Born to die.

The activist. The legend.

Fuck the frame.
Fuck the riches.

Give me my props,
my title.

Head held high,
call me Tupac.

The legend.