No money in my pocket gotta catch the bus No jimmies in my wallet never wrapping up See I rap enough and give it to em raw Got flaws to make em plot my downfall What doesn't k** me crowns me the godfather Stay filthy, sipping on bong water From the slums where guns create symphonies Summer k**ing sprees towns known for infamy On rooftops who shot ya out my boom box New cops we buck em down while the moons hot Loose twats roam the city stacking paper Spend it on crack rock getting higher than skyscrapers Yo, I'm immune to the "who's that dude?" Stay cool in the slums skating to Badu Dodging pot holes even though they dig the sounds like archaeologists I drop flows and godly with the rhythm Now here's a tale of a man who tells tales But lived his life humble in the slums of Brazil One night he dreamed a legacy, but what it seems ain't always what it meant to be See it was written in his destiny to seek the truth young man Give food for thought and recipe and feed it to the young who starving need All you see is crime in the city Kids riding round and they rolling on the sticky green like spring clean Them allergies hit me got me sneezing on the track The Gods blessing the session Dissect the mural that I'm sketching Inject the knowledge that flows through every lesson It's Mad Peace so respect my discretion A Mad Genius frequently always present I'm out here making statements, scribble toxic inside the pages Sipping serenity, searching for my identity Got me questioning life the reason why we live it These blind sheep in search of a proper gimmick I'm just a witness to this race for mad cash Watch em rob and k**, escape on a fast dash While my people sit in agony Shouting out blasphemy doesn't lead to much but d** and more casualties No place like home tell me where your hearts at Lawtown where they known for getting cars jacked Leaving cats lying on the concrete Heroin transact detach his soul from his body Pour out the rum rest in peace to the villainy!