Coming from poverty by design, bloodline on the outside
Cold hearted world offers little in the way of placement
Home son, I was told is what you make it
I made a promise to myself early to better my living arrangements
Hostility in the homeland broke the best and huddled the rest
Is it really better?
What was then a haven has become the slums the government doesn't see the point in saving
Displacing everyone, non-discriminatory meaning they **** any and all races
The projects unfinished
Supposed to be stepping stone temporary digs though some never made it out
The image faded out
Cave em in,
Raze it, redevelopment
Resurrection is the aim of betterment
Hear the hatred in my cadences
There goes the neighborhood to micro brews and vape toting middle age
Dousche bags and ironic hat patronage
Grandmama left Brooklyn
Saying **** ain't been the same since the hipsters took it
Where's the history? Look at the back bay nothing ethnic left in the marketplace
Fairy tales are rarely destiny
Not every step leads to promenades some only bring you closer to misery
As for me
I'm no longer in need but the thought of the hunger is not escaping me
My sagest dreams faded in static clouded space
In other words
I'm losing sleep
My conscience is a ******* thief, crooked like the reason my gramma don't play her numbers
Unlucky heard in symphony
We took the scars with open arms with the promise of a fortune she most likely won't live to see
When I bought my humble home and hung a diploma carefully it meant more than blood
We sweat no tears, expectations fallen over the past years
I promised
It's all open pastures if we just make it past here

I caught my man panhandling I handed him my last thread of common sense, he only wanted the dollar
That's all I had left, reds an ugly number
Sensitivity is rarer than ever when you can barely feed you're kids on those old vendettas
I bought a bottom level house when the promise of higher living was brighter than sun setters
Told my girl we'd be living better
Now her head wrap, look like Erykah and I stole the fabric from the thrift shop, the irony did not register
Ain't no love in the struggle
Even less in hip hop
But I'll keep ******* around with **** until my ******* mix tape pops

Thought crowned the kingdom
Running through the options, been at it long enough now
If I wanted to
Not sure I could stop it
Wisdom tells me for every second gained
You can count on third losses
These thoughts I hold onto are as old as north Boston
Suppose it's closer than ever or over populated
The oasis has faded again devastated the canvas before the ink ever sank in
Damaged the skin
Making it difficult to drift off in all reality I've held much beauty but at impossible costs
To find I too succumb to mortality
Had I known then what I know now
Had I slowed down on my effort to break ground I may of known what love was
Sadly
Not every depression is a valley
Without peaks every song is just static
Dying words dissolve as it passes had it been properly displayed we'd get the message
Thought crushed the kingdom
Running fingers over the wreckage stop to discover the relics
Without commonality
What is left to make sense of?

Blink your eyes three times to find a muse, The city desolate but may afford you immaculate views
Surprised to see the light loom over tenements
Read left to right sedative tunes to smell the rose that grew
Better yet
Broke through
What's the keys to elegance?
A beauty both functional and relevant
Like bright colors strewn again concrete canvas taking dictation on unwritten rules
Like respect you're cypher forever
The love felt for each other held the shape together
We're talking full circle, heard the morning song partner up with a cities dying slumber
Another shadow on the move
The lack of familiar familial faces brace yourself on loneliness
The first sign exposing this world as it changes
The words that romance the stone, have drunk double vision aim as you say them
Remember to say it three times to bring forth descendants
How you rep you're avenue without knowledge for who they named it?

Listened to the eaves drop the chorus
Someone muttered there's no future involved
Lost the shine on the language spoken standing right before us
Dark as the underbelly of foreign forests
Bottoms where the light dissolves
I thought I caught the meaning but didn't dare feign importance
Being but a seed misplaced
A common legacy
Blind searching the earth compulsive turning to refine some severed energy
While the flame slaves to stay burning
I found a stoop genius talking on some metaphorical memory
Otherwise illusionary
Polished but costs more than ever
Never has it had such a brash voice, poised to revolt again
We either walk upright by choice
Or carry that weight bent
Pessimistic and paranoid profits talking tongue in cheek meanwhile keep digits primed in you're pockets
It's ancient the force fed taste of pride in you're area code
The thought along of dying here leaves me nauseous
I'm determined to flip a script for mine with knowledge
Listened to the eaves drop the chorus
Someone muttered there's no future involved
Lost the shine on the language spoken standing right before us

You would think upon waking, it's only light  rises when it needs reason
It's not that easy
Just ask the first night that tripped and it and fell
Evidence was the exit wound moon and swelled tunes I heard on transit tomb travels, buried strewn tracks or scars hardly carved before the green line beneath us moved
I felt awakened myself
From a downtown canopy where steel looms, lurks and you can only dodge the truth if you see it first
So I put some warnings in the verse and every day return to the march of you're death or to the essence of you're punitive work
Progress put into reverse
No doubt that's the straw that brings us back to perverse
Or the news you heard on the message board called the other side, bigger figures or big business
They put ugliness in beautiful colors and clever words, I read graffiti on the bridge
Saying "**** the city" to which I replied
The pleasures all hers

Conflicts better left for diamonds ***** with dried blood
I've had enough of the violence between seemingly heartless folks on a come up and their mothers native sons
I've been walking round here numb since the summer of '91
When you see too much young, it looks like squinting to catch a glimpse of a
setting sun
Pockets lump, class C like a status symbol, the difference between top to bottom rung is relatively simple
List the individuals who we get the rank from, those who get on board, those who get got and the rest forever labeled no ones
The cost of living becomes smoke to the nostrils, essential herbs burn and my eyes water
I had the thought process once of a born to rot martyr
Without a cause death brings no honor, it's all losses
That's the mantra
Another dealer in a corner or a liquor store start up, and my whole neighborhood is thick in the woods
Other words
They hard up
They say troubles pass and this too can't last but I started questioning the facts behind the poetry in that
See I could work a dope spot and pay back debts yet profits on the dollar don't make no sense
Don't act like a thinker like me can't add up the truths in percents, and the unschooled learned some **** foreign to most post grad *** lauds with all due respect
For the first in a lifetime we play by the rules, those who sing get no love
That's the word, that's the hymn
Bucks shots on the concrete and when the blues roll up
No one sees a thing
What I mean is it's hard to see any reason to believe my starving art could paint me into a new scene
I'm a fool to expect it, this exodus for the rest of us restless on the present precipice or cliff face
Calling it change
I've lived in a nightmare well before sleeping
I'm saying
Let's all move on From here, stop the star gazing