I talk out my soul, sole purpose.
Don't think it's just me, y'all need to stay realest.
Real shit, all-hood off my street style with no clips,
no set-tripping, just teach lessons with a gang of children...with a smile.
Golden State, urban promise, city hardcore, turf reppin with turf caps and turf shirts, that's my hood decor.
From the Southeast to South Central,
Bay with it, my Town kinfolk.
Understand, yo soy Maestro,
but I'm under pressure with the lack of payroll.
I ain't gonna stress cuz I've been broke,
I'm on that loan ish on the real though.
But "that's alright" is what I'm sayin
and they ain't no student not worth praying for, and teaching with, and leading them, to the right direction.
Amen.
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