Memoirs

I write

These memoirs for my soul

I write

These memoirs for my woes

I fight

My demons and my foes

That's why my eyes

Impure from blood and gold

Young **** from the block

Came up in the projects

With my scammers and some robbers

Can't forget my Vatos

The bodega was the Casa

Trigga hit the celli like "Que pasa?"

Slum dogs from Azania

Yelling out "Viva la rasa "

Smoking Yanga pack

Ya rasa

Young Moolie with Mullatos

Just a Moor from the sewers I maneuvered with the ghouls and the goblins

We just want to eat the lobster

Fettuccine with the pasta

Young Doe Boy dreamt of being a Guido, now he moving like a mobster

This is Basquiat, Picasso

This is Phantom of the Opera

Conversations with the paupers became compositions, I need me an Oscar

In the ghetto I'm a saviour I'm walking on water and spitting the gospel

In the ghetto ducking Judas and the Devil that's why I speak like a prophet

I write

These memoirs for my soul

I write

These memoirs for my woes

I fight

My demons and my foes

That's why my eyes

Impure from blood and gold

Whatever power you are craving

It will not change what you are

The least of us

You came to us from the gutter

Your ability gave you station

But all the power in the world can't mask the stench beneath

The pain of the people