Jah bless the jobless
God bless the godless
Can’t discern where my road begins and the lot ends
Goblins n ghouls on the block like Rodman
When it's off of the noodle, the dog top ramen
On the stream, ol’ duff king salmon
Charlatans shake a stick like a Guatemalan shaman
Chips they all in, balls to the wall then the dog gone kid put his kin in a coffin
Now it’s eye opens
Circling the sky hoping that mine closes
Saw it chokin on bones
Felt my throat itch as I made my way home
Peek through the blinds
Saw an old geezer with a kink in the spine
Reminded me of me
But only through death could I know empathy
Hell’l freeze ‘fore I believe what you rappin B
I’m out here in the Rye where the rest of the catchers be
Red setter to the left me
Type to poke holes to expose where the pressure be
But that’s my culture
Carry on in the street or be the meat for the vultures
Where’s my culture?
Carrion in the street lookin sweet to the vultures

Can I live?
It cawed from the balcony
Falcons scout for me while I’m mastering my alchemy
You can see it’s all real
Wanted something to chew on then I give em raw eel
When you’re brewin it they all wanna laugh at you
Demonstrate the craft then they wanna take a crack at you
Might have to break a back or two
Surely break your own if you tryna keep it factual
Something that I’ll gladly do
Keep the sword sharp eyes keen on the avenue