Once bought a tec with a body on it
it took a life, I put a profit on it
soldier of crooks and books
threw some knowledge on it
penning street topics
graduated to drum loops and polyphonics
pen and pad, watch me molly wop it
getting high before the Bulls & SuperSonics
live from game six
after souls of friends lift to the abyss
codes of streets switched
in my world there was no Good Day blimp
sick of death didn’t want to be next
smoked out against the headrest
reflect on the temptress, feeling neglect
wondering if…
the seed in her belly is mine or his?
infatuation came and
turned my life into graduation day
looking to get paid
now my daughter’s walking
I start stocking my pockets
with dough and logic from hydroponics
no more nonsense, you fuck with mine
you get to kiss the glock tip