I strongly bling the only thing exciting is writing, fighting
The odds as a guy cool in high school, my thoughts igniting
On papers like fire my notebook of rhymes has quotes that
shook minds with earthquakes of knowledge, hopes and stats
had to dodge shots crime was like a large rock on the block
get charged by cops for jay walking holding a ticket in shock
wicked and hot can’t be a fake here this ticket make clear sense
got to watch my steps need a blotch of help crossing these dense
streets. So my task bloom in classroom fast to tune into some
Education in this confederation of knowledge to escape the slums
Wanna write but that’s only done by the rich, son-of a- bitch
The slop is bitter not considered as real work that deal hurt I itch
To do it Like Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare so I take sincere
Pride on a fear ride to success right now my plot’s crappy and near
Failure with the paraphernalia from parties at night my body’s not right