This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

Summertime in the city

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Of potential cases

Pocket racked up all big faces

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,