New Release,
Thin line,
Time descease,
Bright shine.
Ahead of the game,
Shown by evidence,
Professionals name,
Body filled; tense.
I'm clear of doubt,
Finally here,
All about,
The rippled sheer.
Unraveling down West,
Opening up; tall,
Best of the best,
If I can't walk, I'll crawl.
There's intense steam,
Blowing smoke,
Common ground; team,
Haters will hit;but choke.
Phrases by action,
My hand flow,
Stylistic traction,
High to low.
Artistic up front,
Surveying for you,
Messages to hunt,
Head of the crew.
Unwind to heal,
Natural mind at work,
Beauty to kneel,
Intentions to merk.
Parallel order,
Tinkering my brain,
Letter hoarder,
On paper to strain.
I shall generate,
The emphasis expectations,
Stirring up bate,
Hear my unique creations.
Die menslike toestand is
inherente kloustrofobia
Saampersing van my eie
ruimte maak my heel
Ek sal my ingewande met
die hand uit ruk om
alleen te wees
Kranksinnigheid rol deur
die sfeer
Verwerp omdat ek die
toue sien
'n Droom ongedaan
gemaak deur my stilte
Dat ek die outonome
moet insak en nie meer
jou aanraking moet ken
nie
Ek voel niks behalwe 'n
tekort aan ruimte
Die paradox van
sosialisering veroorsaak
my gyseling
Ryp met vyandelikheid
Wat veroorsaak al die
haat binne my
this is real life
this is late night posted by the street lights
i had to take my life into my own hands, i'm not a child
live my life like a grown man, i take a bow
cause i made it through the trails and tribulations, was trapped
holdin' crack vales, duckin' incarceration, relax
cause i'm smarter than the hardest rapper, he too emotional
i'm like a hood college rapper, you take it personal
i'm asmatic, i gotta addict in the hallway
he said for a gram he'll merk you in the doorway
but don't blame, that's the way the streets raised us
ridin' to church wit a fiend on the same bus
i'm dead broke, got no change for the church cup
a tight suit, old shoes and they blame us
so how they figure that the drugs won't 'gon change us
when daddy drank all the money that they gave us
my uncle stealing out the house like he hate us
he buyin' crack but police wanna cage us
i'll get it back when i cop me some powder
cook it up, then i hop in the shower
bag it up, now the block is my power
$20 for a half a gram
i done the work, cop some groceries to feed my fam
i know it hurts when your mamma gotta be the man
i'm from the dirty, i'm much more than a rapper man
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