small time crooks

As the world gets colder, my mind’s facetious

All the silly shit around me has helped me see this

I can speak this

But never can I treat this

Like it was really real

East and Westside wise men teach this

All these small time crooks around me confound me

Don’t deserve a second look

In my lifetime

Cause before I die’s a finite time

Gotta live it the right way…capture mine

Call’s are for free after nine

I can’t don’t try; I have to shine

And when I master mine

No coach

First-class tickets to a life that’s no joke

It’s all wrote

Like a once-upon-a-time Nas

Dropping light of the fathers

Usually from when it’s setting until the sunrise

Except I’m going nowhere, no comprise

I serve truth—coming up super-sized