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