First chord I grabbed to rap was the umbilical,
Ultrasound check’d my stat- no one equivocal,
Homebound kid wit a pack, but I can’t get my full,
I try to rap textually, but I need digital
Dis world has effects on me, it makes me critical,
When I think critically, it makes me cynical,
Sin quickly turns to greed, I need my fist filled full
Of stuff that’s a shade of green, dat’s hypocritical,
Hard to keep hands so clean, it’s all political
Facts too affected by schemes, don’t take it literal
Notice that’s its pitiful, You sittin’ wit yo mineral,
Hydration, gotta change this damn nation,

Gotta understand that you still gotta choice,
Da only thing in yo’self is your head, heart, and voice,
If you just got the third, then all you make is noise,
Cause a life wit out passion, is a rapper wit out poise
Boys made to men, but still actin’ like boys,
Why should we gain respect for few, if they all inept too?
The Elect made you, then you the elect too,
And let it affect you, in yo’ heart and yo’ chest,
Cause in our soul we be hurtin’ for the lost and oppressed,
Got no time to stay depressed, cause you know that you blessed,
Keep on fightin’ through dis life, and have peace in yo’ quest