Na na
Chai
It go like

Stay low
Make bread & break bread
To share with the folks
Look out for Judas
“Who this?”
Laying in bed with the feds
Hunting for red meat
Prepared to sing you a lullaby
In led sheets
Slow enough to replicate a burning hell
Rot in a cell, never die
But shit, you might as well
Cuz once the physical sensation wears off
You start coughing in the brain
And you can never put that pain in a coffin
That’s where you start to go insane
I’m Mary Magdalene smoking Mary Jane
Reaching for greater heights without needing an airplane
Wiping the feet of Christ in the midst of descent
And I’m praying He’ll arrive before I’m due for my rent
I ain’t looking for a dollar
I’m just tryna make sense
Of the changes
And should I take offense?
To the ranges of verbiage
That holds greater meaning than the surface?
I understand, but really
Is it worth it?
The purpose of “words holding power”
Is to empower yourself
Overanalyzing shit is really bad for my health
And yet, here I am tryna string words together
As I write to you this letter
It doesn’t get much better
Hoping these random thoughts
Someday can bring me cheddar
Learn to earn a life
With the craft that I love
Above the aptitude of the regular man
More bars than my mama with the cellular plan
Now check it

I ain’t tripping, we be moving now
Stay dipping in the wave
Shit I play, it be grooving now
I been feeling down bad for a minute
Shit spinning on my mind
But soon we’ll realize
Things change
Things change

Everything changing
Hard to grasp
Wonder if my words will ever last
Barely getting past the first listen
Is it worth missing?
Better question what’s the worst that could happen
Bout to tap in, say I’m going fishing
Keep with it, all ‘Kechi
As I reel em in
Feel that I got the recipe
That’s appealing to them
And I’m about to peel the layers
Got a lot to say
Do it with flavor
Whip it up in the pot to play
I’m like a Pac or Jay
Grandmaster Flash or Dr. Dre
There’s a math to my craft
And I’mma lock in day in, day out
Without the clock in, we ain’t counting hours
All that matters are the flowers when you dead and gone
Legacy
Only thing that be stressing me
Cuz things change
So I’mma try to keep the range elastic
Drastic measures I take
more than pleasure, it’s a buried treasure
Carry my name, I’mma last forever

I ain’t tripping, we be moving now
Stay dipping in the wave
Shit I play, it be grooving now
I been feeling down bad for a minute
Shit spinning on my mind
But soon we’ll realize
Things change
Things change
Things change

Things change