This is a song about "Street image"

Including fox hill and 27th street

The revolution will proceed

I'll never forget, never forget the night

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

She can make a pimp fall in love

My image purer than a fuckin dove

Your last image is you seeing your wife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Ain't a gimmick, man i live it, my style is an image,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

You camouflage you're image i'll sabotage you like i'm biggest

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit