Stick To Your Vision - Maestro Fresh Wes

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 
Makin' beats with S and gellin' them 
Remember