This is a song about "Streets poetry"

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Played our beats on the streets

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

Looking at your money

They say rap aint poetry

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,