change is now
I come from humble beginnings, little to start with
I part with everything I deserve, I promise
Pit against the world like a gladiator
The stadium is biased, some say free em, some say fuck em
The booth is the colosseum, the pen is the spear, the wrist is blessed
Testimony that poetry isn't dead, blow the trumpet, it's over for number chasers
This recital marks arrival of a marksman, mark it I'm hungry
I'm a man of my moral code and my pillars, disrespectful when you nerds talk like killers
Homie posed to be in jail until he see the pearly gates
Posted bail now he's back to clutching his 38
Don't approach me because I'm writing these sonnets
Motherfuckers got a bullet with my name on it
I can't forfeit orating honesty every time that I cook, look
Madras shall never be overlooked
I don't do this for a grammy, I do it so that my granny can listen to this
Shit and feel proud, in the grand scheme of things, give a fuck
About Cuban links, I'm just trying to lift the chains of the south
Mama the greatest, everyday she still facing fights
Relatives in her ear like yo you didn't raise him right
Father an honest man always a straight arrow
Made it to the skies from the bottom of the barrel
My girl a blessing forever the voice of reason
But my boys don't give a fuck about your reasons
We come from a different parcel of people
Pythons speaking parcel tongue, reeking of ego
Peace keeping is a long lost trait, we don't conversate unless it's money, rap
Or kilos, 40 bands in the safe in case I see them dark days
My motto lately is fuck you, pay me then part ways
Got off the call with shank, brings joy to see him flourish
When all is said and done our pockets shall
Never be malnourished, I plan well, my execution even better
What the fuck is knowledge worth in the mind of a beggar
Or power in the heart of a coward that don't take risk
Or potential in a bitch who know nothing apart from take dick
Art is a luxury, Art is a luxury they say, I say it's everywhere around us
The reason it's expensive is cause y'all expect an outcome
I don't outrun shit, pardon my french it may appear like bravado
Au contraire mon frère, lately I been living life like excommunicado
The motto simple, expel judgement, expand appreciation for real shit
I don't move for nothing unless it can make me feel shit
Fear this, shit the field trip is over
You can call me million things, you can never say that I'm mediocre
I'm here