Dead Birds

I wrote this on the born day of my baby boy

Ruminating if I'm raising him safe to make his choices

Between what's fake and the truth how to escape the void

Even Fatman Scoop's last words was"make some noise"

I smoked the day away put gains on layaway

Woke up hit replay and felt shame I wasn't great already

Broke down another eighth to Nicolas Cage and face off

Without the fermented grapes and grains as a trade off look

What I tell myself soaring high while making due

When KA passed discussed sobriety with Navy Blue

Text exchange from Q said from music he'll fall back

I'm like"we got plenty things to give up before that"

There's no tellin' which record selling if it's gelling"

When the well's dry when the river's swelling

O-G rappers found dead end hotel inn smokin' inhalin'

To young dealers he's an unknown civilian man

Chain smokin' with a broken LinkedIn

But chest poked out then let the tokes out

Make the great American smoke out like it's no ceiling

It's hands over fists or fist over hands if the dough is reeling

For some the getting's gone

Empty bottles of the Dom Peezy

Living is hard but dying is easy

So with no fear rock the coldest gear still aware of global affairs

Still hold a pair like when Anthony Curtis looked at the judge and threw the chair

Geraldo nose world's gone nuts

Vietnam still got my fam in the clutch

And armed popo make ya stroll to the store feel like the Alamo

I puff when enough is enough

And I wonder what my pops would do if I've evolved

Khalid Muhammad on Donahue but not bald

These waterfalls could erode your resolve torch split open cigars

Pitchforks for dethroning the czars

If I'm over thinking this let the ink dry the incubus

Victory is what my inkling is

Index finger to the pinky rings

Consistency

I'm on my shit til we stinky rich

Yo L do 20 more pull-ups if you listening

Write bars to free up the charge and not sentencing

It's bloody gauze on the scars of our innocence

So for the cause I roll a spliff again