Mood Swings

Running on fumes, now that’s a mood

My crew on the groove, now that’s a chune

Marisolle stood by the stove, what’s in the soup

Top Boy taught you that slang, we been had food

I’m sowing these seeds to eat this fruit

They beg for bars, all I been doing is singing the blues

My style is like Lauryn meets Langston Hughes

Power from the vastness and beauty that’s in these hues

Infiltrators hidden among us, you might get duped

I just kick my truth, and let it do what it do

No pursuits trivial, that’s a clue

Bird’s eye bumping Big Picture, now that’s a view

They misguided, adding up views

Lukewarm trends, I slang damage on loops

Exude quiet strength ’til my loops hang in the Louvre

Monday on the metro and Tuesday I’m on the tube like

Paris to London we getting blunted

No group home, but still we living proof

Ronnie Foster sipping mystic brew, never miss a cue

Powered by the sun and guided by the moon

So when my stars align I am calm amidst this zoo

Mood disorder got my vision skewed, still I lit the zoot

See these fuckers is cute, keep ‘em on mute, hoes

Capitalist goons that’s selling shoes

Exploit your trauma ’til the stock is through the roof

They getting off to our trauma looped on the news

They loving the abuse, just doing it to be cruel

So, I shot the judge and popped the sherif in a duel

No hammers, my man’s sick with the Moog, now that’s a tool

They say we’re quiet but kings don’t argue with fools

This shit be in my blood, you’re just doing this to be cool, schmucks

Still, when they seeing us they salute

Bipolar like Big, ready to die, gimme the loot