can't dumb me down
too busy wizen up
I'm wise enough
can't shut me up
I am... POET
I seen too much
wrong done to those
who do good deeds
lock arms or take a knee
no thanks, rather stand
on this rock that landed on me
I'm clean unless it's planted on me
misunderstood in the hood
conditionally trying to be good
where Mary's weep and mothers moan
we make the beats
we write the songs
no ones sweet
nowhere is home
be the strike that lights
the candles wick
stay visual