Envisioning the hereafter,
listenin' to Steve Wonder
On a Quest for Love like the
I strike like lightning and don't
Inhale imagination and breathe
I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggas
At times my going forward
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme
Growing into my britches,
There's a thin line between war and peace,
scribblin' freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye,
with ace this rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you chartin',
certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you sellin',
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone,
you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys,
another another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb,
I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor
Youngblood said he had dimes,
I prayed that he see twenty
Hollerin' at the brothers,
either you gon' be a thug or a man
As he described how the bucks
And said slugs was still stuck in him,
when it rained, it fucked wit' him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked
It's here, it's here, it's here,
It's here, it's here, it's here,
It's here, it's here, it's here,
It's here, it's here, it's here,
It's here, it's here, it's here,