sometimes it's hard to hold on to a flow
you have to let it go
let it ride on the passenger side
let go of the wheel, commit suicide
like throwing gang signs at rivals
going around kicking over folks idols
snatching off covers
exposing the lovers
totally out of order
raise the gate, man the borders
there's a fire challence
where there's no water
off balance, bout to fall off
starting wars, you better call off
there will be no peace
until we are all hauled off
the poets life
the poet lives, the poet writes
choose a hand
left or right
the flow don't have to be right
for the flow to be tight
I'm walking on concrete
must be in the desert
coz, I feel heat on my feet
could be hell, tho
I say hell, no
to the devil
tho, the devil made me
do it