Chillin in my home 10 years old
Writing poems
On my dome
Got the phones
Mic is off I’m alone/
Unwrappin hard to earn
Learn to rap the bars and words
From the jazzmatazz star
That’s a Guru on earth
From the first verse I heard
I was hooked
Along way to go changed my tainted outlook
Never knew within a song such strong words could spawn
The long birth along a path toward the sun 8
5 percenter messages
Live within a pestilence
the 90s world of gangster rap
That lacked true excellence
Tears drip, beers tip, as it’s clear to me
That the years we shared with such a great emcee
Are solely captured in the music’s energy
The final clue he left behind for minds to be free
Now he rests above the clouds smiling down through our sound
And he’ll never be forgotten, cause he speaks through our mouths…
