Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
And street poets bow down when intellect fails,
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,
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