poe mans dreams (his vice)

smoke good

eat good

live good

i used to want to see the penitentiary

way after elementary

thought it was cool to look the judge in the face when he sentenced me

since my uncles was institutionalised

my intuition has said i was suited for family ties

my mama is stressing

my daddy tired

i need me a weapon

these niggas ride

every minute

hour and second

ministers tried

to save me

how i'm gon' listen when i don't even hear god?

heaven or hell

base it all on my instincts

my hands dirty

you worried bout mud in your sink

you like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga

that same nigga that kill with ya squeal with ya

i deal with ya like my son

stare at the sun

and you'll be looking in my eyes homie

stand for something or fall for anything

and you working with two left feet at the skating rink

but anyway

this for my niggas

uncles

twenty-three hours sending me pictures

i want you to know that i'm so determined to blow

that you hear the music i wrote

hope it get you off death row

you came home to a pocket full of stones

a metropc' phone

then you went back in

so when i touch the pen

the pen is in my view

i'ma get it right just so you

smoke good

eat good

live good

and i do this for the city

got some hennessy and my real niggas with me

fuck the police

they gon' have to come and get me

if it feel good to ya

holler if you hear me

you like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga

that same nigga that kill with ya squeal with ya

i'd like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya

be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya

i'm twenty-three with morals and plans of living cordial

not rich but wealthy

there's nothing you can tell me

my killings are not remorseful

the city got my back

before that

i give them my torso

you think about it

and don't call me lyrical

cause really i'm just a nigga that's evil and spiritual

i know some rappers using big words to make they similes curve

my simplest shit be more pivotal

i penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals

worry some individuals that live life critical

so won't you bare witness while i bare feet

so you can walk in my shoes and get to know me

but anyway

this for my pops

on his lunch break eating in that parking lot

on wanna be heard" probably thought he worked my nerves