Memoirs

I write these memoirs from my soul

I write these memoirs for my woes

I fight my demons and my foes

That's why my eyes, Impure from blood and gall

Young niggas from the block

Came up in the project

WIth my scammers and some robbers

Can't forget my Vatos

The Bodega was the casa

Trigger hit the celly like El Pasa

Slum dogs from Azania

Yellin' out viva la raza

Smoking Yanga pack ya rasa

Young Muli with mulattos

Just a mower from the sewers

I manoeuvred with the ghouls and the goblins

We just wanna eat the lobster

Fetticcini with the pasta

Young Doe Boy dripped the Biem Guido

Now he movin' like a mobster

This is Basquiat, Picasso

This is venom with a opera

Conversations with the paupers

Became compositions, I need me an Oscar

In the ghetto I'm a saviour

I'm walkin' on water and spittin' the gospel

In the ghetto duckin' Judas and the devil

That's why I speak like a prophet

I write these memoirs from my soul

I write these memoirs for my woes

I fight my demons and my foes

That's why my eyes, Impure from blood and gall

Whatever power you are craving

It will not change what you are, The least of us

You came to us from the gutter

Your ability gave you station

But all the power in the world can't mask the stench beneath thee