This is a song about "The craft"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

That i craft these lines to rhyme matching every beat to flow

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

Celebrate the very day that i get past

If they laughed at the craft i know i'd regress

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Flow is so back 2 future, tactic sutures wrapped this craft for juniors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years