Beastie, Run DMC, Newcleus, EMPD
at 6 you’d see me in my dad’s car bobbing distinctly
to the beat, the kicks, the drums, the snares and the claps
tearing plastic off of CD’s that were first minted in wax
the kid in the class, teaching his friends about The Message
older and stressing, this jungle can’t make me plunge to depression
young and was wreckless....until I found my way
I once thought I was helpless....but stars are born everyday
never stray from my path to glory
came in this game, like statutory
rape, I’m crazed, it’s a habit forming
each take I lay is an addict’s story
and the pad before me, once my pen is capped
will be filled to the brim with my story, can you picture that?
and yo I’m giving back, so once these lights fade
I can stop my grind by the time my hair is light grey