Grazed by the virgin Mary, saluted, by a fellow Buddhist, a nuisance, ever since Q-Tip, relaxed electric, now it’s $75 hat investments, David Vs. Goliath, & me & Mariah, go back like 380.’s that’s catching fire, all black attire, I feel nostalgic, like Puff next to Nas as he Cristal spit, you can hate me now, take me hostage, but’ll never make me bow, I hear the girls that gossip, next to they skinny jean man-friends, yeah I’ll take a seat, but I can’t stand them, you dropping jewels, sans gems, smart dumb nigga, my style’s closest to Moses, how I part them rivers, my daughter got a foot on your neck, I spit from the heart, & I got the hood on my chest, if you live in the dark, then get the fuck out & con Edison, never got help, that was my mom’s medicine, soldiered my way thru BK & became god’s veteran, assuming I believe, I wear my heart on my sleeve, cause it’ll look wack, hanging out my backpocket, pass the weed gurus & the crack prophets, the 5 star chicks, & the rest of you robots, know what you know, & what you know not, Adam Smith low-tops, aim for the head, ‘til I’m dead, that’s the sho’ shot, 7 deep as we crash the exit, grazed by the virgin Mary, saluted by a fellow Buddhist, a nuisance, ever since Q-Tip, relaxed electric, catch the message.

Arthur Ashe, cause a racket like a weapon caché, explored, fear the horde, like Gears of War, fuck your wave, meet us near the shore, Black Widow Kush & beer galore, hell’s matador, born from the fire, like my Delilah, from El Salvador, heron fish, still can’t hook the kid, they look for him, to cook the brick, but I’m playing chess with Oprah on the Brooklyn Bridge, people driving by like push the bitch, crazy world we living in, asking Stevie where that ribbon is, insane thoughts on paper, gasoline barrels & no chaser, magazine apparel & low faders, red dead deflection, on eastern time I’ll make a western, bullets & bronze rain, I’m Brooklyn’s John Wayne.