All Me

I remember back first making this shit

Writing down my lyrics not caving a bit

Think between the the lines, Think in the nick of the time

Thinking the vivid divine coming up my way

I look at the signs

But look at his traits nah'

Not droppin' bomb's nah'

Droppin' his faith, for fuck sake

Drop anotha' plate

Far from his place, he diggin' through the slate

Still got his food on his plate, movement awaits

He's moving through the grass, snakes on his ass