..Conflicted by the diametric opposition… light & dark clash for control of compositions… Another day, another money mission… I wish I listened, paying back the years of hard toil; now fruition… Core memories unlocked, life was sweet on Saratoga.. before these devils tax & squeeze like a Boa, constricting your life - now ya money stretch like yo-ga - tight! Such is Son’s grip on mics, gave em years - that ain’t right, 5 am dedication births a Carter - Fireman, the fire sparker, heat making hustler music… You choose it.. Shooters always shoot they shot bro.. ain’t a monetary fee I’d pay for those guts ho.. Rather build with gusto, get up out my face - what you strut for? ...You ain’t never seen the discipline? ..Used to copping heat & flipping from the middle man… Grown drive.. dodge the charge, fuck yo quota ..on Saratoga..
Saratoga x4
Copper colored complexion down to the nesquick, light it up with my pnc - she invested..that’s my heart.. I’ll put you to death you ever mess with - And I’ll sit and wait to strike like asbestos… build up, my shit take time but leave wounds that don’t heal cuts, cross the line, get a tec - catch em slipping out applebees, react with apologies moving like Koalas leave…. Told em “Pass the tree”..now we puff on koala leaves.. and other new strains, shorty my plug named Mother Nature.. I won’t debate ya, send you to ethers in reefer vapors…on a rogue caper but she brought me back to earth.. these niggas all gossip so she told me “know my worth, keep your peace centered well before you get the viscous innards.. can she hold a convo? we only dis-cuss winners..”.. take care of business without saying, she get the crown.. I get the cake, we hold it down.. on Saratoga
Saratoga x4
Count on high stakes never cheap on dinner plates, hit the weights, or calisthenics after blowing eighths, divided thoughts, pass the serviette.. gotta go faster than a sonic jet.. Snakes shed skin claiming that it’s growth, third eye peep intention down to the isotope…thorobred from conception as a zygote// flow holy quenching dry throats with alkaline fly quotes..
….These aren’t words you can parrot - so don’t compare it, for the proletariat …underground with the shotty like Harriet, screaming yeah but… that move is a dub? Pennies paddling up stream and you still getting snubbed?!
Another carcass for a Polar Bear - picked dry - clingy, grasping for lasts - nothing there,
i stay puffing grass thru tears & i laugh - yeah.., see the art lives in the innocence of minds - but hearts conflict with time until close when you pen afar, screaming “hit me with your best shot”… you Pat Benatar..? Nigga, Been a tar… baby playing games well imma crack(h)er.. what you running for? On Saratoga..
