I'm part of Cicrumcity. But is it just my armor?
Face my life but I can't face my karma.
Miss my Moma.
When I'm stressed I can hide in her arms and feel calm.
Cuz she was my chick, before I was ever involved.
You can't tell I'm a riot when I'm quite I yell.
Miss my girl more than when I was locked in a cell.
And it don't stop.
It seems missing my block is the real meaning of hell.
A penny for my thoughts I just dropped in the well.
Well, at least I got Freddy and Rex
So I'm blessed
Even though my heart feels cold heavy and stressed.
I miss a lot
Even though I got accurate aim .
I hate lookin' at mirrors
I keep seein' my Pop's
Imagine how it feels to be in the spot, but still movement
and it still feels like you're being stopped
I'm still proving
When I show, paying dues playing it cool,
Doing shows on the low for slow dough, I'm a fool?
Or am I a wise-man with nothing to fear but my growth?
I claim less the more that I know.
So I'm always on point.
Never missing a chance to smile
The past slipping through my grasp
So i'm gripping the now.
I miss my youth
but I chose to be prove, living in the truth
I'm a Pharaoh that rose from the stoop
Never missed a chance to bang
My head to a beat and wake up with the crease on my face
From the sheets, man I need sleep
I said Doing sun citations and bang out some push ups facing the east
Phase in the pieces where I found peace in my soul
To let my self go before my release
Now I love when my fans see me writing my raps
Like "C-rayz, what you doing at Yats?"
I'm reppin' Joey V. right down to the tat
I'm from the boogie down Bronx
We put hip hop on the map
So it ain't where you from it's where you bring it back to
And since talking's cheap, I make facts move
Like a Kinko machine at cultures
With DJ metronome just me and my team.
But for real though
My cousin Ray got sent up
For twenty-five joints
I miss him but I ain't missing the point
I take a stand cuz I ain't missing my chance
To be a man and wear the belt and the pants