Murderous 5-boroughs where lifers live life quick as Lightning,
Striving are Natives that Speak thunder,
With Business'es Built Behind Dumpster's..
that lead to Dead-End’s & One-Way’s,
Connecting bridges leading You to the Ave. of Old-Age..
Where Some-Change and other’s stayed the Same..

My Brain-Wave & Train-of-Thought,
Be same as the Wave that Shape-the-Rock,
i Build to Break this Cities Chain's that's Locked, & Un-Chain My Will..
i'll Show You Side of me u Don't See When World Starts Acting-Real..
I've mastered-Rhythm So Now i Adapt to Film,
To Be Pictured, Flash-Backs of the Moments that's Now but Caught-Still..
U Cat's are Diseased, So u Only Oftem-iLL..

Trains link the System underground Close to Hell..
Portraits of the Past is Graffiti Off tracks that's Wrote-Well..
Express or Local,
Destination’s Unknown For Poor-Folk Who Chose New-York for Second-Homes..
Even Kong Gripped the Empire & Didn’t Let-it-Go..
An Island of Millions but None Original..

Great Minds Think-Alike on the Same-Mic they Share-Time..
I Pave-Mine,
Built on Bricks that are Lesson’s..
Hardened By the Question’s that Still Haunt me Since an Adolescent,
i grew to witness with Age comes Precise-Wise-Thinking..

There’s 3-Dimensions to my Sight that Came from a Distance..
To be as Close as an Instant..
Existence is I,
Me and You, I Shatter Swine to Seek-Truth..
I-See-True,
And Feel-Few With the Same Flame that Raised this Man From Youth...

I Rep Q, Live on the Radio with the Heart-Beat of a Broken-Soul..
Caught in Time With The Same Echo..

No Hook's Cause there's No Punches At the Swing of a Jab,
That Can Compare to My Life Trembling in Pen's Grasped in My Hands..