F.I.L.O.

Lord if they only knew them nights it took

Burnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul fire

Sheer energy to release to melt the heart

Mind starved voice craved onto wax (and still get taxed)

Relax, unrest unless undressed to the core

Ever so slowly, wash away old skin like springs of sulfur

So far, so good what's life got to offer?

Youth stare curiously analyze the facts

Who's there to encourage give a pat on their back

How come society wanna grow and ignore

Small dreams, big team now every work is a chore

I adore each step, hop skip a cadence

Travel distant in the age of decadence

Do this in reverence to the older veterans

Stripes on their chest plus a chip on their shoulder

Street soldiers cut without severance

But keep hustling anyways for the L or the F of it

Effervescent light guide the way

Fear no evil, once lost now found

Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon

First In Last Out...

Thirstin' first drop just wet my appetite

But couldn't satisfy my craving for beats

Wrapped tight like a Christmas gift

'Tis night is an eve for a generation to uplift

Live life like a testimony

Simple rhymes in difficult times help a friend

Through a lonely tunnel at the end

Every maze is a funnel into a wine bottle

And corked inside a message so mind boggling, a puzzle

Amazed at the grace having reached a goal

Knock twice on the gate heaven preach a soul

True knowledge of self shine brighter than all

For one part getting polished you better the whole

The sum of the characters carry over your role

24-karat gold, each day is a jewel

Case closed when the end credits roll

Self-representative and elected, yes I

Give and get give back to the constituents

Sit you in a chair and break down the affairs

There's nuthin fashionable

About arriving late in the game and acting OG

'Cause you can't pay dues with credit or cash

Quicktime soft players streaming all the Flash

So I'm sticking copper pins into media outlets

Then I hop up in the black van and then I'm out

Let's get wit the program, drop the Dow Jonesing down

We keep underground dowsing

Microphones iron casting, everlasting sound

Blasting, no doubt first in last out...

F.I.L.O, I'd rather do nuthin else

If I follow my heart to the last pulse

Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon

First In Last Out

Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon

First In Last Out