Keys

 

What you know about struggling, scrambling and starving?
Abandoned
A motherless child from Harlem…
Running from the needle and white powder
Avalanche
As my soul is serenaded
by the smoke of the sour
recruiters calling me every half an hour
Never thought i’d see this…
God i am amazed by your awesome power…
Now i got two hacked ps5s
You know they gonna kill me
Cause i’ll become a problem later
if they leave me alive
“If you grow too tall they’ll chop ya down…”
i got connects from cali to the boogie down
You can say you know me
and it counts as a vouch
If you bring me with you
my face works like a coupon...
No one’s messing with me now…
Beef with me i bang glass tables…
and say fuck yo couch…
i remember eating honey sandwiches
sugar water was a delicacy
After all that snow fell
Beneath the remains
i wasn’t sure if there was
anything left of me
spent too many nights
high like them kites
“Wasting my life.  Now i’m trying to make things right…”
i got dividends and investments
on my road to wealth i did my homework
and studied my lessons
i even volunteer
cause otherwise
i know in my heart
God would jeer…
And take away the gift
but it’s Harlem
so no one’s stopping this…
don’t just hand me tuna cans
teach me how to fish!
yo no soy marinero
yo soy capitan
give me two weeks anywhere
i’ll be running that bitch…
it wasn’t a gun, a tongue, or thievery
but my mind that made me rich…
The pen may be mightier...
than the sword ya see...
But let me yell ya…
Those key strokes...
ain’t no joke B!