The theme song to The Wire
Is suited in the dress code of my mental attire
The season 4 edition, young, new to tradition
But old enough where you can say youngin knew the tradition
Where's Genius when you need 'em?
New V's and newer demons
Old habits reborn and pledging you allegiance
I salute you with a Saint tap, I never did a Maybach
But wrote for a few in the past who bought them cash
I guess we was going half
Yo my ave made me look at a Jeep like a Ferrari
And still do, for all the Unique's that was in my lobby
Raising Skyler where weighing flower seeded the party
And grew up with the bitches that'll geek you like they're Cardi
Old version, and running shit back is the sole purpose
My Brodie only cares if the back of the stove working
Too many pots, too many drops
Too many nerds calling too many classics when like too many's not
Hoping all this shit is worth it when all of it's said and done
But it's based on the debate if your audience ever comes
Pause, and then restart, still life street art
Jump in where the beat starts, or learn to take a ki' apart
Saw the either-or's that was all ducking police cars
Who found love stamped on a pill that look like Sweethearts
Buyer's market, seller's market, all depending
Find a target, sell a target on more beginnings
The same rules in all this mic check one-two, so mic check one-two
Before they kill your lights through your sunroof
Fighting for your own kind and praying they applaud you
Floor seat walk-throughs, Audubon ballrooms
Deep pockets but long arms to forewarn you
I had the auto bio on repeat like it was on Clue
By any means, I speak most for the bystanders
23 and Me, my breed goat, my pride panther
Believe in me like you believe in you, or even more
The scenery was built for the scenic view, but seeing all
The ones who made you, co-signing and signing the ones you made
The tension get thicker than church Kool-Aid
And you just want a lane to make the street come alive
Blast holes into the night until she bleed sunshine
On the bench with a Dutch like we was chiefing with Nas
And going over 5% with all the re-up guys
The irony, every park is the same as long as you got a seat
My fam saw it as growth, I saw it as variety
A Bed Stuy/Clinton Hill kid with dual citizenship
And Southside on the wing in the bitch, forever
Peace and serenity follow through as it may
And my demeanor being 11238
The best thing outta my side since Voletta and Gloria kids
While tryna duck all this coroner shit, talk to me real
Scriptures written in threads seem to hold us together
They beatbox against concrete jungle walls, stomp through yards where our brothers find God
But prayer with their hands behind their heads should have never been their introduction
Swing the narrative like a pendulum
No grandfathers to cloak in outdated perspectives
No more generations neglected spreading the real love that keeps us connected
Now what you trying to do?
Let's plant seeds of power
We'll never go ghosts
Raise them right like black fists and afro
Stay the night but this time never let go
Keep me company, baby
This community service is forever
If you wasn't ready for it then you should have never hugged the block so tight
This city said she would change your life
All you got to do is stand by, exchange calamity for unity
The story says we all gotta hold on to something, so you should hold on to the community
Word
No one asked me to be a writer
No, I asked for it, so you know, I can't
I can't really complain
No
Come to the territory
