Lyrics

Laced with grace crafted for an acquired taste
Be an analyst of your own space
Here to speak up dead lies are erased
Be fruitful in your efforts to reap from the harvest of life
Not just in philosophy but one must spit prophecy for it to be fulfilled
Recognize the twist closing in be optimistic and flow like the wind
Try not to pull that trigger even though I’m still a nigga
Keep the values of a mother’s vision to write a nutrarhyme
This true world disorder we have to master during COVID’s winter
Something like a carpenter and his splinter
Sip on this toxic martini that I shook for you so it can be seen
Are you really the elevator queen I thought you were or was it a dream
How bout that!
So for now we done - as the passage of time continues to race
Know that this is for those with an acquired taste