Maestro Fresh Wes - Stick To Your Vision (these Eyes)

Maestro
Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son
Been in this game a long, long, long time
Still strivin' though
Yo, ninety nine
It's the visine baby, it's the visine
Yo

I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies
F-o-y, Sunni Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn
Many nights in Bed-stuy, blazin' trees out in Cali
With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly
Got Toronto's rap title to Mad recitles
Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol
Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club Listen, check my rendition
Performed for royalty and politicians
Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time
I was the one who used to say "eighty nine is mine"
I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks
I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition

[Chorus]
(these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game
(these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
(these eyes) seen my name written in lights
(these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life