1st thing I thought the day I turned 50/
Was how things were shifty/ that’s a reference/ to my perspective/
I thought of/ how age caught up/ and how much I was shorted/ how I got my stolen bike back/ how I afforded/
That apartment in Cambria Heights by washing dishes/
Part time/ with my mind/ working full-time/ writing rhymes/
I thought of how the world spins/
I subtracted losses from wins/
A grin/ when I saw the grand total/
No paparazzi photo/
nice with the words on the low though/
like a hustler running numbers/
fuck a dollar playing lotto/
A backpacker’s bravado/ circling Movados/
In the mag like I’mma get me one some day/
Foch crew was never scared/ and I was always prepared/
with a hundred bars in the tuck/
The Southside representer/ GQ magazine presenter/
In a blazer asking what the fuck is up?/
I had the street’s protection/ and many imperfections/
I’m a poet for the street cats/ speaking facts/
I wasn’t a drug dealer/ I was more of a healer/ in training/ even though the shit was draining/
50 years remaining?/
possibly/
A shock to me/ police never got to me/ it’s got to be/ that you were meant to rock with me/
Great to see/ you enjoying the rhyme flow/
Perhaps I’ll reach another five O/
without a visit from five O/
But should they start snapping/
and ever happen/
to fuck with me/
hopefully/
whoever’s yapping/
and cap-pin’/
won’t bury me/
Under the jail/ how could you be so obtuse?/
That’s an Andy Dufresne bar/
I’m not a rap star/ until they hear a rap bar/
and realize I shine different/
to be specific/
I flow like a nerd who’s scientific/
With an approach at an angle that’s quite vivid/
Simply exquisite/ like the shine from the moon is different/
From the Sun/ that it comes from/
Originally I’m from/
Hollis/ peace to Jay/ DMC and Run/
Amazing what you become/ the moment you overcome/ the reflection in the mirror that you don’t see/
Facetiously/ I apologize to the record companies/ when I refused to sign/ on the dotted line/
I suppose it just wasn’t my time/ to get manipulated/castrated/ jaded/ and frustrated/ or perhaps I would’ve made it/ in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame/ Feeling honored and looking faded/ After I elevated/
I digress/
I was never impressed/
when creativity increased/
But the music quality was less/
I’ll only stop on the day of my death~
GB
