A young revolutionary poetic in his deliverance,
Actions are loud but his voice low,
From a city where most don’t make it but I went against the grain.
I don’t do it for the attention,
I’m not your typical show,
Not interested in the usual fortune and fame.
I remember dreaming and hoping that today would be my moment to blow,
Patience, I taught myself the visions from my art is the aim.
Hip hop changed it sped up sounds like a pop flow,
Taking from the culture and message as artist we’re castrated damned to this bastardized Nation.