From the Shelter to Healing Hearts | NYC
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0:00A: Shout out to Ka. I’m also an artist. Damn, there’s so many things that I do. I’m a man of so many hats, but at the end of the day, I’m here doing the damn thing, making it happen. I might spit some bars for Ka and, um, yeah, we gonna shake some. Let’s hear some. In the shelter with my moms and my sis struggling in poverty. I had to rob, had to jux, hit the group home. Think about them times that I missed. As I got older, I’ve been on the ground for a lick. Oh, that was back when Mr. Riley was my father figure. In green chimneys, I was hurt.
0:00A: Yeah, my heart was bitter. Look back further, go ahead. I don’t really understand why I’m not with my family. God, are you hearing me? I’m heartbroken ’cause strangers turn to friends, friends turn to enemies. Force field heart, I protect all my energy. I try reaching out, still I grind independently. I’m one in a million, so I don’t see you as a threat to me. Oh, and that’s just real talk. I was hurt, my thoughts could have been real dark. I found my purpose, I’m focused on trying to heal hearts, and in the process I probably could make a meal off it. You dig? Majesty the Rebel, we outside, Lower East Side repping.
0:00A: Let’s get it.
0:52B: High come, low go.
