Ayo, ayo, bitch, what the fuck? I got lint on my robes. I can't pimp in these clothes. Them fuckin' hoes is killin' me. There's no slack for a pimp in these streets, is you feelin' me?.
Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul, I'm viscious. My mind races from the satellite dishes. No technology, this world's corrupt. They can't feed me food for thought, I won't budge.
From the righteous mind of the law, he powers my soul. Teaching me positivity in the hall. How to walk amongst the evil and smile in the face of death.
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces. My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli. We live we die, we put 'em in the sky. Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July.
I used to rob and steal, now I make food for thought. Fresh like the air you snort. I drop jewels, little nuggets of wisdom. Seeds that keep growing. Paying my debts to society, so no more owing.