Intro: Abm-Abm- E-F#-Abm-B-E-F#- [Abm-Abm-] VERSE 1 [Abm]He wasnt born to privilege, but he was born to scrimmage, Reali[E]sed to this world, there was [F#]more than image. Knew to succeed, you must ignore your critics. Loved his music, but deplored the business. Now, you can sell your soul and get scores of riches, But in the end result,...