we rap our asses off
hand map the grammar toss
expansive command of beacon flash
when there's no land in which to be lost
accost a cadence with wanton indulgence
of the more focused type
chemtrail skywrite
underground like pyrite
we fly brains
and don't print paper flyers
chip done built a lane
i've got a generation to inspire
an acquired taste
embraced by tape pools, and kids who carry skate tools
it takes moves to make moves
forward approach and escape a frame of mind
that no one can relate to
then remind myself
why i never oughtta have left
in the first place
worst case scenario being
first place winnings
without any sort of form of competing
leaving the scene the like it was when i got there
the beat could use a beating
and skybox seating
clean as they come
i use the drums like some do substances
a hotrail for older hardcore habits
take one to the lungs
unsung and far from unstrung
one day things will be different
and i'll be where i'm from