B.R.I.C.K

Aye yo bounce to this and you don't stop
You hate yourself to this and you don't stop
Well Brick City gonna bring it with the sure shock

Dreams prophetic in percussion vibrated penmanship
The pensive poet in the city where the so called minions live
Big city small soul
Outcast in class swift like Cassius
Telling stories
To make my boy Juwan say I'm gonna gold
Yet there's that loneliness
I hoped it would cease to ever co-exist with ones spirit
Naked lunch the Burroughs would respect me if they'd hear it
Molded by abandonment and tragedies
Specially when I step to the mic
Britney would have to shake a spear and brace for my calamities Listen see
Chaos lines my eyes lids uh
Bags of unrest spilling anger on the,papyrus yet kindred
Motivation in the sack where my kid is
Birthing self esteem from one notice
Deep down in the history of game I want my lines requoted
Breath of the distain cause Jesus had nines he toted
Birth date
Is the genesis of your mama sickness
Couldn't grow from the concrete
Even with my so called lyrics that can't save your city crime rate
Your face royal flushed
Caramel on the boarder of boarder line
Light and dark no yet
So every time the sun hits me I burn in purgatory with suffering suffragettes
Like mom financial issues scream fuck debt!
Often times I could snuff a nigga out
Since that hunger for that rap shit materialized
I stop taking 22 and took the damn scenic route!
Hear me out like your "friend" with peep a boo feelings now
Flashbacks to Ernie's grave
Losing head space
My lines my ink pen will then grace
This music business
Cut the catalyst
I breed new scabs
Scars like a blue Beetle scarab it's laying new jabs
MAR K€L squash the beef so you low like their actions
The size of salt platoons and coral keefs, and fucked up microtractions sheesh!
And this the shit they don't understand a lot
Cause when the casket closed curtains
There will never another rap Camelot