He died for hip hop, he was a proletariat
Had a dream, but only hope to carry it
Loved the game, one day he hoped to marry it
Now sitting proud ridin out on golden chariots

There he is, sent with god speed
To sentence the thieves that ended his dreams
And amend for his need to ascend and achieve
He pretended to heed but in the end would proceed

To unchartered territories, felt hells fury
Victory but wishin he had had a better glory
He couldn’t hide, he was livin jecklys story
Faulted hero, alter ego, he was torn, see

Now, his shadow wasn’t part of him either
So pardon the heathen that started to reason
Being that higher beings are hard to believe in
He spoke with the snake in the garden of edan


thats my shit, let me know what u think





SPEAKEAZY....


"I heard the sounds / Searched and found glory in accordion / Ignoring all the boring, that we lured in with the story twist /Victorious, sure he is / Killing flows, guilty so, villain goes, jury sits"

-ME