Drank

Stuck in this way, cant see my time.

Time just passing, clocks full circles, circus movements, clearest mind.

Lying motionless, will my motion freeze in time?

Back track to that night on NYE.

Spitting bars and hooks soon to be in NYC.

Seeing those bright lights come at me.

Debris everywhere, suddenly all I do is breath.

Breathalise that guy; he's to high.

Hiniken too many it might be both our last.

Him locked up and me just seeing memories of my past.

 

Two years on developments made in the field.

Fields of Joy and happiness soon to be revealed.

No longer just reliving moments past.

At long last my movements have a future tense.

Tense times in court such suspense.

Ten years, five shots to many, career downed.

Forgave him tho, when I came round to spit my verbal nouns.

My second life came out spitting hard and fast.

Blood flowing, till my very last.

Now I am the talk of this here town.

Wearing HipHop's academic gown.