Mr. Books - The Get Down: Episode 2 - Seek Those Who Fan Your Flame lyrics

Click, BOOM!, that's what I heard Things crash Listen up to what my soul conjures up My tear ducts dry, can't cry, I conceal it, I die My index finger and thumb push the pin to the drum You ask where I've been, New York City, BX where I'm from No figment of my imagination, sad situation for my dad k**er came in my pad and started sprayin' Father layin' on the floor, he breathin' no more Shot to d**h, the reaper came like a thief through the door Shaolin, he helps me, he wealthy in street knowledge He deep in the path of drug dealin' and violence Day in and day out, drama, we couldn't stay out Livin' in my aunt's house, music the only way out Cause we was in the broke down belly Of a hungry beast We stayed true, then we made up a crew Shaolin gave me the name Book, I became a ragin' bull Back when I was first enchanted by Grandmaster Flash You had to be there, imagine him scratchin' wax Up in his habitat in the Bronx, he got it on The birth of a new group has spawned