Grew up poor as shit
Walking the blocks
Thats broken kid
I was an ignit little kid
But yet somehow still
Smart as shit
I was the age around 14
When I started penning some lyrics
Captivated by the poetry
Influenced by ignorane
I made up stories in my writing
Stories of my niggas dying
I was lying and I
Did it for some time man
Grew up loving comdey
Wasn't sure if I had the timing
But i had the gift for rhyming
Got the gift for gab
From dolla cabs
Cuchifritos i grab
Every ghetto was my lab
It was my muse and i liked that



These are skills I would develop
As I got older, got more
Wiser and more clever
Now I pride myself in
Never telling lies inside my lines
Even when i didn't live it
I express the hopes of people
That i channel in the spirits cuz
I rap for the underprivileged
Im from the hood and i deliver
Im not a rapper thats not my living
And Im from Brooklyn I dont whisper




Poverty pimpin
Pardon me
Niggas gotta be simpin
Submitting their wishes
To get some attention
It's Hard-ely simple
When living conditions
Inflicting decisions
That's based in division
My opus is written
In every inscription
The chorus aint simple
Its hittin rich with nutrition
Building waves outta ripples
Won't stop till i get through

The compilation of the pages
Compositions like the sages of old ages
I've emblazend on the sacred
That's thats taboo
I dont have limits on what I say
But i try to be conscious on how I move
Im in an awkward space
My beats are new
But i be flowing like the old school
I really dont know what to do
I make the music cinematic
Im.an addict with a habbit
I got bodies in the basement
And in the attic of this house
Of hiphop where i tend to live
I murder beats
I can be the meanest mother fucker
Or I could br tenderest
And this doesnt contradict
Cuz I'm in touch with my humanity
Yes my heart is on my sleeves
But i don't worry cuz im from the ghetto
And feel noone could fuck with me, honestly
This who i am
You can accept me
Or feel free to leave

Poverty pimpin
Pardon me
Niggas gotta be simpin
Submitting their wishes
To get some attention
It's Hard-ely simple
When living conditions
Inflicting decisions
That's based in division
My opus is written
In every inscription
The chorus aint simple
Its hittin rich with nutrition
Building waves outta ripples
Won't stop till i get through