[Verse 1]
Im a poet, and my mama didn't know it, but its cool and its golden, like my talent was stolen
I been in a control with my new found soul and, I been reborn, recall reform
I forsee c4 and, the leaders being dormant, I want my platform enormous
And the people catching on to my chorus, even in an orchard you couldn't core us
No shortcuts nor luck, pure punch, your up, touring your town tore up
Hurricane disaster sure s**s, no one paints the ba*tard for us, everything a chapter for us, hitting stains but that is on us, right
The trumpet of an insomniac cries, just to get to sleep every night, not my story but it is still life
My story is kinda boring psyche, sending shots like Robert Horry yikes, cuz that sight be kinda gory right, that kinda scene remind you of 49, in the middle of this age, Im a G
[Verse 2]
Im a hybrid, high bid in the auction, high bid in the pen, I did
What I need to
My pen is a needle, I win to the end, hyping with a free two, high pitch for the sequel, high pitch slide home, high pitch when it sing too, I just hit an eagle
Hole in one, told you we would overcome, from the time when the martyrs were holding guns
Think about it who divide us if we all are one, if we all are one, think about it who divide us if we all are one, cop an opportunity, proper Dr. Oyd rapper steady stocking Sacajawean, dollars on my conscious, Imma vomit, when I throw it up promise, hybrid between a poet and a rapper got it, ugh