Sho Up

sometimes it's hard to hold on to a flow

you have to let it go

let it ride on the passenger side

let go of the wheel, commit suicide

like throwing gang signs at rivals

going around kicking over folks idols

snatching off covers

exposing the lovers

totally out of order

raise the gate, man the borders

there's a fire challence

where there's no water

off balance, bout to fall off

starting wars, you better call off

there will be no peace

until we are all hauled off

the poets life

the poet lives, the poet writes

choose a hand

left or right

the flow don't have to be right

for the flow to be tight

I'm walking on concrete

must be in the desert

coz, I feel heat on my feet

could be hell, tho

I say hell, no

to the devil

tho, the devil made me

do it