Stick To Your Vision - Maestro

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, sony, Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn 
         Many nights in Bedsty, blazin' trees out in Cali 
         With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly 
         Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles 
         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 
         (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes 

         I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary 
         Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me 
         So I recelect, remember Kid Capri 
         On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck 
         Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight 
         Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton