My wallet is like the faucet
A little bit dry
When you can't pay your bills
To replenish yourself on the inside
But my aura's ill, the most high
Sit still, boredom kills
stick this in your ear for thrills
Alright, honeys frozen tight
when you're a bear you can't bear to give up the fight
Holyfield, holy hell, what's your deal
Sit still, pills kills
stick this in your mouth for better taste
Hey wait, you can't afford the premium to replace
You're number 8 million in the race
Paper trails or the Internet will get you traced, steady pace
Arrogant bastard
Climb the ladder
fill my bladder
You're the turtle, he's the snail
But who's faster?
Stucco plaster
Jack rabbit of all habits
and trades
But none you seem to master
You're a slave
But also the key to put the shackles away
They can't keep me under dismay
We walk around looking thru the eyes of Alex Grey
We're Gods and Goddesses in another galaxy
In the air like canopies
Life isn’t fair but why can’t it be
Let’s get together like apostrophes
And just sing, Al Green songs until the pain is gone

Homegrown
In the universe, I push a pencil
Draw a verse

I u—nify
my
conscious
and mind
in the
moment
of time
thru rhyme

In the moment, out to get it
I get mines, bet the pedestal and the shrine
Against the grime
Let it
BE
and chill like a manatee
or a tapestry
Don’t eat the Bacon
Kevin’s Six Degrees
The apocalypse
Will commence
It's all ready taking over
your common sense
Grab the hammer, grab the wrench
Grab the clorox
Lets disguise the stench
I like my coffee cold press thru a French
I’ll be up all night pushing weight like a bench
Only my family will spot me
No fuegazie paparazzi
Why can’t we be friends like Rocky
And Apollo Creed, the boogie man can’t stop me
Can’t you see
I used to slang sugar pops in elementary
I was born in the hustle thru my pops, this ain’t new to me
Black truffles by the ounce
Put the agave in my account
Make you wanna say aooooouw

My regards, apologies for the scars…

Would you rather be the judge or the criminal?

I rather stack more than the minimal
We're in the age of the critical
From the mulah to the metaphysical
To who’s hot? Is he in the office of the principal
I think not, she's got
Unconditional love, when she rock
Sticky like sheet rock, non stop
Action, low rider jumping
The bass is bumping
“Tough Mc’s ain’t really saying nothing”
I digress, Smooth and Finesse
With the crew at a fest
Best dressed, steelys on the vest
The Gods politikin’ playing chest
Captain Jack, Eribus
While my man Bu rolls thumb joints, bigger than you
This whole world, is bigger than you
The universe, is bigger than you
Hip-hop, is bigger than you
Warlock, Leroy Sly is better than you
And the fact remains true
The fact remains true
The fact remains who? What! Huh? Not you!