Beats and Bass dont really describe my face/ but describes the place/ that i hold tightly so i'll keep my pace/ in what i write, see-
Music was once a avenue/ for me to escape through// but in era of ONE HIT wonder why they fuckin hiphop/ i was giving this clay and left to make a pot/ They say they dont respect me cause my pants dont flop- to my ankles and socks/ rappers aint really tring to improve their BLocks- so i swung like hopkins and left them with knots..
Now Lyrics and Melodys/ is the heavenly part of me/ ingredient of a special recipe/ L.O.V.E/ the object in the center of the eye of my storm/ far from norm- be my life in these timbs/ through these lyrics i stay creased, when they try to bend me like brims/ pennz, everybody CANT be Hard/ we need some level heads to speak of God/ in these bad lands- child, woman, man say they big fans of righteous movements/ seeking for the hood and slums economical improvment..
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
