Shooting pool, ’82, cutting school
Bust a move, crush grooves
Head spin will dust crews
Saturdays, it was cartoons
Then off the [?] at your mom’s, tryna look cool
Shopping carts, Pop Tarts with Lucky Charms and grits
Bag full of Bazooka gum and Twix
I’m with a chick, tryna take risks
Then crack came, brothers started to act strange
In the era of [?] and fat chains
Remember Soul Train? Isley Brothers with gold rings?
CJ & Company, “We Got Our Own Thing”
Breaking with turbo
Old players with fur coats, herb smoke
[?] fiends from dealers that serve dope
Liquor shots, or pitchers of hops or pale ales
Martini mixes on rocks
Supreme Team to the supreme being
Or elohims with eagle wings and Hebrew kings amid evil queens
Around cathedral beams
My faith is under attack
My grace is under an axe, like Abraham’s son
The native man from
The ancient land of
Ohm, a place I call home
The place called [?], UFO
Define time and space with the flow
For real Gs from Brooklyn and Compton
See, Priest is a G from what I accomplish
Never could be a G in the center of [?]
Peace