“Look, some niggas let their dirt out
Some just keep it all in em
So when a man dies all his secrets go with him
And fade. A part of history no longer known
Done did a lot of dirt I’ll bury with me when I’m gone
When my story’s told, how will they tell it?
Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish?
Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint?
Will I go down as a winner, what’s the picture they gon paint?
Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter, that’s one thing I know I ain’t
Will they tarnish, will they taint?
Glorify me, over-think? Say they know me, say I’m great?
Say I’m phoney, I was fake?
Say the things about me they never told me to my face?
I was loved I was hated
Just a nigga with a dream
I’m a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things
When I’m gone let em talk, they discussing who I am
When they bury me just know I wasn’t nothing but a man
Wasn’t nothing but a man”—J. Cole (via sashasmisconception)