Kufi on my fucking skull, bopping down the boulevard

Cerebellum demons in it parabellum bullet dodge

On the block, army vet, showed me where the bullet lodged

He was in Fallujah with them shooters left him bullet scarred

Asked me for a dollar so you know I gave him five

He said would you let me hold a couple more if I could rhyme

I said kick it sun he started spitting and he wasn’t lying

Hitting different he was ripping I could tell he put in time I

Gave him the rest of the bread I had in my clip

Money folder replenish I spent it back as I get

He said you rap too right? Lemme hear it

Can I kick it? Yes I can, holy spirit

Name of the father who slowly aimed the revolver

Shot the strap through the back of a brother raising his daughter

Trauma victims, sprawling Jumanji prisms

Calling on organisms together to form a prison

This like religion to me so you rapping sacrilegious

That means you trash and I’m the pastor handing out revisions

But I ain’t mad you gotta stack it young black male

This is America black **** get blackmailed

I need a Erykah Badu in my cyphe dog

I need a cleric, a sadhu and a Phife Dog

It’s my life dog

Through the night fog

I maneuver till G.O.D. turn the lights off

I recruited a couple G’s on my debit card

I’m reviewing what’s owed to me like a credit card

Fuck you pay me bitch

Till you make me rich

So my future lady can cop the Mercedes quick

I had to babysit grown men, not now

That shit is over with like Corona and lockdowns

Cause I don’t give a fuck

Take my mask off

Cause I can’t breathe

Till my last cough