Perfect Health

Mind is a subconscious riot
soulless a kamikaze pilot
came up spitting underneath my eyelids
learned real quick what pick a side is
seen with hatred
Folks or People Nation
greed with graces
'86 came and went
a wreckless kid
6th grade viewed bitch made
for the way that I walk
switch blade killed all the talk
16 bricks built the wall
willed the law to represent it
descendant of jazz musicians and graffiti writers
fuck rap briefly seen working as mister weed merchant
emerging from white lines as I write rhymes
kept a clean burner
questioned my G merger
when I came close to see murder
police raids and schemes raised
hollowed out baseball bats 
to hide the stash
notebooks to hide the raps
getting money where my mind was at

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