Memoirs

I write these memoirs from my soul I write these memoirs for my woes I fight my demons and my foes That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gall Young niggas from the block Came up in the project With my scammers and some robbers Can't forget my Vatos The Bodega was the casa Trigger hit the celly like El Pasa Slum dogs from Azania Yellin' out viva la raza Smoking Yanga pack ya rasa Young Muli with mulattos Just a mower from the sewers I manoeuvred with the ghouls and the goblins We just wanna eat the lobster Fetticcini with the pasta Young Doe Boy dripped the Biem Guido Now he movin' like a mobster This is Basquiat, Picasso This is venom with a opera Conversations with the paupers Became compositions, I need me an Oscar In the ghetto I'm a saviour I'm walkin' on water and spittin' the gospel In the ghetto duckin' Judas and the devil That's why I speak like a prophet I write these memoirs from my soul I write these memoirs for my woes I fight my demons and my foes That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gall Whatever power you are craving It will not change what you are, the least of us You came to us from the gutter Your ability gave you station But all the power in the world Can't mask the stench beneath thee