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all I got is my mind
half the time
my poetry, pen & pad
a room, a mirror
and a chair underneath me
a star outside my window
looking like it's on top of
a Christmas tree
a noisy neighbor overhead
bouncing off the walls
as if I'm dead too many
thoughts running up and down
the halls inside my head
to get through the day
have to strap on beats
by Dre to bring the heat
warm enough to shake
the chill off my feet
like a homemade bomb fire
outside on the street
living good not trying to
escape the hood
just
wish Johnny Jay would
be good and stop doing
things that make black folks
shame always in the league
if I win I win rather run on
to stay ahead of the game
older than most yet younger
then some sum total of
my thoughts saying what's
in my heart nothing to lose
to all is gain if I miss
best believe next time I'll
take better aim no issue
can stop me from doing this
coz this is what I do
never stopped for a period
cramps ain't never hindered me
standing in my way is a
fatal mistake so step aside
I'm blessed with verse yu kno
Picasso mi flow so don't you
take it personal planning on
winning...my...own...race
