Yo,15 long years of education from the streets,
street sweepers,
and respectable elderly preachers,
through the cracked windows,paving stones and wind groans,
is the voice of a young street adopted,
a discple,whose poetics pack a punch like a rifle,
a trifle,
to ya ears,
my notes are sincere,
clear throat,no-hope,
still questioning of how ive coped,
and soaked in poetry from head to toe,
my face pale from the cold,
more realness unfolds as you listen to this s'posed street heat,
notice the streets is key,
a bigger bang in this kid then you suspected,
you stand corrected,
the concept is hoods over head,baggy tracksuits,
rock the mic till i lay in my burial suit,

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az