Everybody close ya eyes and you'll see
Pictures of me showing raw skills
With my poetry follow me
Til I reach the top of the mountain
Hittin' the youthful fountain
Something must be going wrong
Why does every rhyme look likea song
Is he an artist or a poet regardless
You still feelin' my ****
Don't matter I'll shatter
Any who think theyre badder
I'll just show em the ladder
Stairway to Heaven like Led Zeplin
Keep my poems stored in
The back of mind cuz ya can't put price on a mind and I'm
Coming up with that raw ****
That make every hater throw a fit

I Hear a knock at the door
Thinkin' to myself Who is it?
Its just my consciousness paying a little visit
Tryna keep me up on top of thangs
And take down the political gangs
That hang
In the district of columbia
Like bees to hives I'm swarm ya
Til ya get sting and cling
To me like an otco' ****
Eight tentacles leeched to
The game it's a miracle
And im about concealing my name
******' chasing fame and dames
You at negative yards how you gone gain
In this world thats corrupt
Soon get sticked up stop being a sucker
Mentally disturbed like a clucker
Lifes is an ambition
I'm just tryna luck up
So stop wishin' foo