Blessings

Peter Pan syndrome, full Goatee

Too old to be chasing these Snow White Dreams

That only applies to those who ain't smooth like me

Kid, I Cracked the code like I do IT

Most wanted I take the fall and fuck a new ID

We run the playground royalty like the bourgeoisie

You gon have to CC me later

For now I'm cruising down the sunset boulevard in a Ducati

Tires screeching I'm preaching for generations who failed to deploy

Project plans In the rubble

My footprints in areas where despair is pummelling joy

I'm sanctified out the squalor, Ramallah remain poised