Old Friend

Yo, outside the weather changin', shelter from the cold wind

I'm in the booth again familiar like an old friend

They mold the fences in a row but still we broke in

I found the knowledge well was deep, I let it soak in

They never quote the ones that should've been our spokesmen

It's either death or exile for those that's chosen

The Bible had Moses, Elijah brought hope to us

But still we mostly broken in a zone with bad omens, yo

You know when swords slice the skin of shoguns

I remain focused, posted, roasting doja

Nike motion, U.S. Open

The music conjures up emotions, when my rhymes was spoken