Deemed With The Coming Of Age...Times Seems Childish..
Days Raised With A Sun...While Mother Nature Keep Us Grounded....
Founded By Fore Fathers That Forced Harbors For Gold Charters...
Forge Gossip...Now Nigga's Born With Poor Fathers By Rivers In Harlem....
Time Is Changing...The End Is Near...But We Stuck At "M"...
I Smoke L's And Release "O"s From Sticky Stems...
Seems The Jems Of Our Universe Come From Stacks And Bags...
Life Gets Burned Out Through Blunts And Blacks...
Perhaps Our Trash Is The Cash To Success in Craft...
The Wrath Of A Rap Can Distort our Voice to Ash...

blah.....something quick...