Emo B

there came up from the projects a Brooklyn youth holding anger in his eyes he came at a big surprise with two turn tables with a mic he was ready for a fight rattle his cage at such an early age all in a haze piercing back the flames lest I rearrange the all fame game getting better then most he was lost as a seagull was on the coast until the day he paid a visit with the savior now he's fined tailored thinking of a higher power its the hour of power makes him take a hot shower the important thing he never forgot his roots now he's a loose as a caboose see ya on the flip side squeeze out spreading his disease as busy as a bee one hand on the mike sorry that her missed her Twisted Sister it's a brave new world Emo B in the place to be making sweet rhymes making history yet for Emo he again lost his way being frail he caved into the system selling a kilo of cocaine to an under cover cop now he hops to cell block 979 today he stands in line but for the system you can kiss his fat behind Emo still raps as in a Big Mac attack shooting out flames of gold as you suppose then one cold morning Emo left for heaven standing in line no more he safely evened the score although he had such a short life he was gone too soon his memory reflected back to that late morning in June Emo be good no doubt your still around playing your favorite song that's my heart right their