change is now ft. Rx

I come from humble beginnings, little to start with

I part with everything I deserve, I promise

Pit against the world like a gladiator

The stadium is biased, some say free em, some say fuck em

The booth is the colosseum, the pen is the spear, the wrist is blessed

Testimony that poetry isn't dead, blow the trumpet, it's over for number chasers

This recital marks arrival of a marksman, mark it I'm hungry

I'm a man of my moral code and my pillars, disrespectful when you nerds talk like killers

Homie posed to be in jail until he see the pearly gates

Posted bail now he's back to clutching his 38

Don't approach me because I'm writing these sonnets

Motherfuckers got a bullet with my name on it