By Street Cies
Pain of poverty makes me want property
Hustler in me biologically
Vision photography bars never sloppy
Dime peice on my arm hotel lobby
Cigs and coffee start my day properly obviously I am y useing poetry for more than a hobby historically lyrical robbery taken goods out the pantry
Leave you and your mans hungry for food feeling ancy
Purposely allowing you to see without charging a fee Iam lit at max no beat is need I feed off energy every time I breath
Assassin Creed plotting my attacks on top of trees dagger in the sleeve
It won't matter till you bleed freez thinking about your seed
Please Iam advocate at this poetic canibus with a new twist
Citizen on my nude wrist same arm as the crucifix
Love cats and cookies lushes verbal assault ruthless
Lyrical lips pimp wonder women out her toolkit
You about to be irrelevant CD disks
While yo girl like see these hipps don't trip ganing knowledge and profits at the top of my list she don't exist stop throwing fits
Iam from the cloth of the craft studying math my moms watching M.A.S.H
Couple times I crashed back with another hour glass married to the cause like B Shabazz