Yeah, there's a famine in the world

In the righteous world there is

There's a famine of bars

Let me go ahead and gather these words to ration out

What you got to trade

Shut up and listen

I set up the bars like I'm bought to lift weights

My flesh carry scars but to YAH I give thanks

Broke the iron cuffs, peep how my wrist shake

Exodus two point oh, we about to get bank

Every time I drop a gem I make the people fish face

Displace, all that crooked in ya strides and get strait

Switch hate, love and let go, and dip fake

I don't need a supporting cast, this not a wrist break

Brothers flashing truth with stolen guns and no ammo

Spitting facts through my gums and enamel

These are thousand death jams something cowards can't handle

Menorah with the work another spark of a candle

Seven projects, not seven years, Todah Yah for the channel

Every day in laws is good no more taking a gamble

Folks be quick to shake ya hands, careful shaking a rattle

I'm not talking baby toys, that's a snake with they babble

They only one foot in out here waving a paddle

Step in, catch this wave and they boat gets dismantled

How to grow and gain it all every tapes an example

Sit back, enjoy the vibes, mad breaks and the sample

And the bars too

I paint pictures like an art room

With a mind that's as sharp as a harpoon

I never change my style, not a cartoon

I'm tryna have a spirit that illuminates a dark room

Laying on my land with my family watch the stars move

Next boquer tell em service bout to start soon

Sh'ma Yisraels till our hearts move

And the faith will never bend like an arm do

Yeah, I try to flow out my mind

Todah Yahowah for the Torah, had to open my mind

Coping with crimes and binds I ain't know at the time

Grow in my prime, grind, serve Yahowah and climb, ahh

This ain't that chauvinist vibe

This that YAH is my driver say the chauffeur divine

No Chauvin during covid killing brothers on live

Lobotomy flows need to open ya minds

My bars sunshine need to open ya blinds

Mission to serve YAH, lead the deaf and the blind

Famine in the land but peep I'm dope with rhymes

Stored enough for the nation just to cope for these times, I'm out