Blocks, gats and raps
ducking thirst traps
kids, cats and raps, a new path
Time had its hands around my neck
claustrophobic breathe
reflect on my gang days
I was Flavor Flav with a 12 gauge
masking the pain in a purple haze
looking to get my art framed
in the minds or galleries
trading in the corner for salary
which life was lived more valiantly?
electricity at my fingertips like Palpatine
paces stream free when your value’s freed
speech feeds seeds, whether it’s lyrics
or knowledge of the spirit
most don’t have their words cherished
until after they’re dead or perished
its why I’m mic doc’n like Erick and Parrish
dreaming of money in back packs
floating through Paris earning my merit
me and my daughter
share the same wild crocodile smile
keeping you a blade tip away from exile
broken rhythms with women
keeps filling up my ex files