Duck Confit

Now I won't let a day go by
Still young time on my side
Still excited on that bike
Exhausted peddling breathless
But air rushes through my pipes
Y'all muffled with a muzzle on your mouth tight
No longer can I stay mute about my might
My art is the beast I hype
Less settling for trash and the tripe
And chitlins of the world
Paid dues so quit it with the slave food
Done having heart issues
And other sicknesses within tissues
Choose to be ducking pork and ducking beef but keeping pisces and poultry
What you tryna eat duck l'orange or duck confit
C'est la vie whatever keeps me on my feet
My future is what I'm gon' speak to
We gon' reach you within these flutes

And introduce a brand new flavor that these shops can't produce
Good taste in our fruit with eight hours of sleep
Eight hours of work leaves eight hours for me to put in work
I'm the source target pinnacle and the trend
The range of my influence can't suspend
I ascend and bring others in my basket
3000 feet in the sky I inhabit
Deep breath thin air on my level
Take a sip hot water from my kettle
Been awhile out the cave Plato
I use metaphors similes as Play-Doh
Grateful for the water that I drip
In the ocean don't want to sink Titanic
It's a real fear won't let it grip another year
To be clear don't let the clock poof disappear