Vc call me a crisper i got u confused when i spit
cause im a cracker but i get mistaken for a chip
Battle hardened i emerge from the dust
but i'll never be as good as the rhymes that i bust
scoeity aint just, but i keep my eyes on hope
that when we fall in pit i won't forget the rope
but if i do ill know in my accomplishments
they may go by silent but i still don't lack confidence
in anything but maybe a few of the things that i keep close
the things i want to outlast me when i become ghost
my victories on smaller plains of existences
im talking about hip hop in these instances
beat boxes are my pulse and my heartbeat
my blood moves to the up rock of a b boys feet
rap is my language and the way i speak
graffiti represents my soul that will never feel defeat
cause when people let down i rebound
hip hop happily is when i can be found





