untitled - from slam

yo son

as in solar

simply because we are

we be the rising stars and suns that never set

word up jack

wanna make a bet, black?

i've got the formula

throw me in the sky and i'll warm ya

get ya sun block

throw me in a cell block

indeed i've got the science you need

Lessons more ancient than Greece

Apollo, never my creed, my creed

Oh Bacchulus, Oh Bacchulus

So bring the proof if you wanna

Sattelites in the sky

I'm selling clouds in the corner

But we're living for the land

From the Soil to the Sand

And the Water and the Seas

be the essence of me

If you ain't ready for the Fruit

Then put it back on the tree

Oh God, give me the strength to bend back these bars

I've got the locks of Samson

I'm Sam's son

He's my father

Tried praying to Father, Son, but

Holy Ghost I left my mother fucking sanity

Never been here

Never planned to be

But my own plans had plans for me

Now that man's hands got plans for me

Now that man's hands got plans for me

Now that man had plans

so I jetted and ran

The mic cord pulled me back

I should've dropped it from my hand

and left it at the scene of the rhyme

Now we're all serving time

Even my prose in on probation

Refugees in every nation

keep it going now...