Bloodstream

Chances are, I'ma live nine years longer

Than Marco, fucked up the state of the city, we argue

Well, talking past each other, beyond

Differing opinion, but word is the bond

That's the power of this art

My grandma, she only wanted to show me from the heart

Ride around, ride around, boogie town Bronzeville

Bounce back, pogo stick, Pickwick chill

Uh, red all over black word on white paper

Yeah, Native Son, and the crab-in-the-bucket behavior

Blues Brothers jumping the bridge

Fucking up Nazis and raiding your fridge

Eh, ain't made a buck but this rap is a biz

Once called common sense, but now uncommon to kids, uh

Home of the footwork and oil, home of the driller

Home of leaching lead in the water, yo that's a killer

Five generations of pain in my bloodstream

Expectation, no love in the grand scheme

Gifted with game like I'm Jordan the Air Apparent

So you know what that mean

In the middle of the windy, world's biggest small town

You can tell by the stank face, that word gets around

Reputation is a crutch that you could never lay down

Shot in the air, take a shot to your crown

Boom of the tomb, it's a mausoleum

People been cast aside, like we don't see em'

It's like I'm in grade school, asleep by the PM

And I ain't got no time to be slidin' in no DM

We in the house, live and on the throne

We at work, half naked on the phone

Microwave all open, something baking on the stove

All up in my strategy mode, making songs

I bounce between of out of control, and sort of steady

Big belly samurai, yeah my sword is heavy

Me and my idle mind, boredom besets me

Until I get a call from connect, quarter ready

Yeah, I walk slow and take time

Cuz the trip down the block is like a plane flight

Now I'm getting full off cups of plain rice

Yeah it feel good, but something ain't right

Five generations of pain in my bloodstream

Expectation, no love in the grand scheme