Moving Tragic

 
Shooting  star, falling  far

Breaking  night,  without  the hype

Dollars  made, from  'moke  to  pipe

Fight  for  a  corner,  universe  at  play

Swag  is  kept, cold  grip lamping  shade

Sway  betrays status  as  hoods  cover  eyes

True  lies  outside  incarcerated  inside  doing  time

Automatic  is constant  in  transactions  passing  signs

Poof  like  magic  as  the  blast  off  keeps  heads  held  high

Dignity  dies  with  this  curse,  sick  wit  it,  disease  gets  worst

Fame  is  gained  from  selling  them  thangs  that  buy  nice  things

Like  chicken  wings or  beef  with  broccoli, even  foreign  chicks  teriyaki

All  about  figgas  named  benji,  grants  and  oh  them  hamiltons washing  tons

Founding  fathers  holding  paper,  tricks  and  treats  pulling  capers

Have  nots  still  hoping  for  shots  of  vapors  to  recapture future  flavors

Savior  for  awhile  if  you  can  hold  on  to  them  and  build  up  your  leggos

Just  don't  slip  and fall  for  the  ice,  who  got  next,  to  kill  your  vibe, oh no fuego!

Uh  oh  who  stole  your  eggos,  can't  let  the  itch  go,  breaking  out  in  rashes

Scratching  violently  at  any and  all  uprising,  expanding  crisis management

Reupping  as soon  as  possible,  cashing  in  the  night,  upon  the  Sun rising