They say I'm too old for this rap shit
I'm just here to bring some balance to your actions
went from stashing semi automatics underneath my mattress
to under ground champion
gangsta rap lit
punishing you with bully rap clicks
memory lane induces bad trips
find salvation in the classics
exit pain stage left, stay fresh, pray less but me and God still on a first name basis
can see it on the prettiest of faces
dedicated to the homies catching cases
caged in the metal matrix
you're in my graces on these pages
without you I wouldn't have a chance to make it
shape shift, spray clips
weight lift the world off my shoulders
give Destiny something to be proud of as she gets older
money folder, surrounded by coffins and toasters
name in lights, signing posters
living life how I'm supposed to
cinematic vision, not in the material sense
but in the literal sense
to have my spiritual blessed