Some Street Stuff

The beast smart so I write a piece of art about him while
I feast in the dark but had to increase the Cutty Sark wild
Gave up smoking now crave corrupt hoping to kick this
Sick habit I still have a wig scar from a cigar a slick twist
Like an actress voice my affair got mattress made of horsehair
It don’t give much live to touch it at night breathe good choice of air
On streets exchange blows with strange foes get knocked down
In a hot round in a dispute over drug stuff pollute thugs and bop clowns
The crisis will pass after an ill blast of truth and proof
Of improvement, stress mingles and mess up shingles on the roof
See crap that make cats elapse on spot even with strong plot
Lot of wrong slop go down in the street rather you home or not
Hood is a place for habitation it could disgrace and grab a nation
So I’m on the run have to duck lead or get struck in the head situation
Of death exist or permanent damage, but manage so far with information
Proper location gets hotter inflation price of ROCAWEAR
Cause shock everywhere so I put on my pants try dance here and there
Don’t have a perfect or great mind but I circulate rhymes that
Devastate spines other words educate like Einstein in a fine hat
Thunder flow and friction undergo transition hitting the community
Like a fitting opportunity so come on board yall gitting puny