A Seed Grows in Brooklyn

Way back when

As a youngin

I was kickin the cans

Doing dumb shit

Climbing in buildings aban-

Doned

Standing

Feet seeks precipice

Got to see how the world works

Pessimist

I'm appalled

How could y'all see

Heaven sent

Peel back veil hiding

Decrepitness

Ran away, came back

I was never missed

Been shot

Been stabbed

I've endeavored since

I was paid no mind

Unsettling

Built big brain

Brain that can level men

Plus arms that can choke to within an inch

If you think that the x is a little bitch

No sir

I've been both hell and back

Years callous

Built a very hard shell to crack

Somehow

X keeps that shit at bay

But still

Life pressing down every day

Thoughts go back

When the drama kept hitting the fan

X grew up poor, he was shitting in cans

No bathroom

Taboo washing ya face

Went to school wearing rags, looking like a disgrace

Chased daily til the X up and turned it around

Found out that the X wasn't easily downed

Big bro taught little bro fighting n shit

Backing clowns down, bro had them biting the clip

What now bro?

Naw X, you might be a kid

But your eyes shining bright light

I gotta admit

I think I mighta found Einstein

Sign an obit

As you blast past

Ya hood pass with words you emit

Keep quiet kid

Denizens will prolly flip

If they knew how your lingo psychologically hits

Now that I'm older,

As I shoulder all the things I saw

Fuck that shit

Worked til my fingers raw

Hard times rat trapped me

And my rigid flaws

Kept X, next guessing how his shit was lost

Been out in the struggle since the days of a kid

Mad drama filled with pain is the way that I lived

Fought hard cause I'm smarter than that, and gatdammit, I planned and did everything to get on the map

Switched lanes, x soon got harder to beat

Kept fighting back, even in the face of defeat

Kept working on the layer after layer of fail

Out bounced what I carry to this day to prevail

What I carry to this day to prevail

What I carry to this day to prevail