Legends Never Die

I wish everything I said In the public came with disclaimers
Happiness hunting, y’all Faggots wanna be famous
Poetry in motion got bitches snappin they fingers
In the face of a danger I feel the wings of my angels
When it rains there are rainbows
When it shines, imma rhymes, for the foolish minds, on a dime
Til there’s a comma in my car note
Talking legal 'case you 5−0
You want my time, it’s expensive like movado
Son need then bottles, newest one ganna need that swaddle
Young with power, through the wire, like I’m merlot
Take a sip of Merlot
Ill be pouring Moët
Work hard, play hard
I ain’t taken no rest
Hit em with the contract I ain’t making no less
This here non negotiable — I ain’t really sociable
I be highly searchable, in places I will never go
Places I may never see
Posted at my corner store
Cops think imma corner boy
8 ball in my corner pocket
Now my carpets wall to wall
Wouldn’t dream of falling off
Well connected nigga
Wouldn’t dream of logging off
See me in public
Man you wouldn’t dream of popping off
I’m Popping dawg
Silly nigga knock it off
Last time hustling, I fucked up like a rack of soft
Decided I was backing off
Try to get this rapping off
Now my pockets getting fat
I wouldn’t dream of slacking off
I present to you, a proclamation of Palermo Stone
Born Tyrone Jordan Campbell, On April 5th 1989
In McKeesport PA
The Sun shines on our town, I see the rays peeking through
The barred windows of my 8 by 8 foot room in which i call home
You see that glimpse of light gives me hope
You see cause once I open this window
I see a land of hopelessness, famine and addiction
I see my future. whether a hustler or a customer, these are my people
This is my home
You know when i travel to different areas…
You know where people are nice
I don’t feel safe
These killers are comforting
These are my folk …
I don’t know if i can live any other way
I don’t know if I want to live any other way
Does it sound silly
Does it sound crazy
Maybe Im institutionalized
They gave us a field, a playground and a hoop court
Laundromat, corner store and a bar
What more do you need?
Is there anything even out there?
As I look back at the thoughts of 11 year old me
I wonder how I ever made it here
I wonder how I beat the odds
It’s no longer church and state but I still thank God
I could be gone from this earth like so many I know
Or knew rather
I shed one tear for humanity
And 2 for the mothers of these lost souls
I’m the exception to the rule
I thank God I made it through