to my homies never doughbting me/ possitive reinforcesment/
yall was never clowning me/ we were a chemical fushion like alchemy/ friends to the end spittin flows on a balcony/ no bullshit questions like " how come He" / we just stay rockin shows and spittin flows like fountains be/ spreying water/ and saying all the /
right things to make this music/ the youngest in the click/
the question was " Could he do it"/ now look who came through with/ some influence/
ta knock heads and put the people into it/
and true it , is a hard accomplishment/ but just a compliment/
to all my struggle/ with good and bad in each hand i steady juggle/m and steady hustle to get right /
to get mine and everything owed to me /
life filled with prayers like lord its me /
just talkin again/walking the wind /
sparkin the thin ..blunt between my lips/
i need direction and guidance between my trips/
and i know at times it might seem as if/
i lost hope/
im holding on for dear life but i feel i lost rope/
and no ones trully knowing me/
i need to get away , away from the blind and those who peddle hopelessly/