I wish everything I said In the public came with disclaimers
Happiness hunting, y'all f*ggots wanna be famous
Poetry in motion got b**hes snappin they fingers
In the face of a danger I feel the wings of my angels
When it rains there are rainbows
When it shines, imma rhymes, for the foolish minds, on a dime
Til there's a comma in my car note
Talking legal 'case you 5-0
You want my time, it's expensive like movado
Son need then bottles, newest one ganna need that swaddle
Young with power, through the wire, like I'm merlot
Take a sip of Merlot
Ill be pouring Moët
Work hard, play hard
I ain't taken no rest
Hit em with the contract I ain't making no less
This here non negotiable - I ain't really sociable
I be highly searchable, in places I will never go
Places I may never see
Posted at my corner store
Cops think imma corner boy
8 ball in my corner pocket
Now my carpets wall to wall
Wouldn't dream of falling off
Well connected n***a
Wouldn't dream of logging off
See me in public
Man you wouldn't dream of popping off
I'm Popping dawg
Silly n***a knock it off
Last time hustling, I f**ed up like a rack of soft
Decided I was backing off
Try to get this rapping off
Now my pockets getting fat
I wouldn't dream of slacking off
[Spoken Word]
I present to you, a proclamation of Palermo Stone
Born Tyrone Jordan Campbell, On April 5th 1989
In McKeesport PA
The Sun shines on our town, I see the rays peeking through
The barred windows of my 8 by 8 foot room in which i call home
You see that glimpse of light gives me hope
You see cause once I open this window
I see a land of hopelessness, famine and addiction
I see my future. whether a hustler or a customer, these are my people
This is my home
You know when i travel to different areas…
You know where people are nice
I don't feel safe
These k**ers are comforting
These are my folk …
I don't know if i can live any other way
I don't know if I want to live any other way
Does it sound silly
Does it sound crazy
Maybe Im institutionalized
They gave us a field, a playground and a hoop court
Laundromat, corner store and a bar
What more do you need?
Is there anything even out there?
As I look back at the thoughts of 11 year old me
I wonder how I ever made it here
I wonder how I beat the odds
It's no longer church and state but I still thank God
I could be gone from this earth like so many I know
Or knew rather
I shed one tear for humanity
And 2 for the mothers of these lost souls
I'm the exception to the rule
I thank God I made it through