Good evening my brothers and sisters. I would like to thank everyone for coming out tonight to The Spoken Word

Let's give a warm round of applause as we welcome T.E.R.R.A.H to the stage

You know I like to lead the people with a word from the wise

The flow has always been poetic. Let's call it floetic

Half empty, half full. Pessimistic or optimistic

Just depends on whose perspective. Which **** point of view

First or third, it's absurd. 50% in jail, 50% out on bail

Son, I'm like what the hell. Only half going to heaven

The other half won't make it. Half your ****'s real

Watch the other half fake it. More than half was broke

Just select few paid. 12 years of schooling

Quitting at sixth grade. Now that's half an education

Half smart, half foolish. More than half was mixed

Half white, half Cuban. Half black, half Jewish

Half this, half that. You can call it what you want

But a **** still black. Half still got hope

Other half smoke dope. Giving up on life

Only half believe in Christ. Half your friends love you

Watch the other half pretend. Squander half your money

Lose half your friends. Breach you with a half a smile

Which is really half a frown. Half pick you up

Watch the rest kick you down. So I bought a half ounce

And a half pint of crown. Half my **** still around

The other half in the ground