Solid Ground?

Rolling off the couch tweaking wit devil on shoulder, still

The biggest holder of skill u couldn't fathom

Ma said God gave me these talents fore' I could grasp em'

U put em' into action you gone b pushing it past what he gave em for

And when I needed solid ground thats when he gave the floor

I put them times in my skin

Was old enough and bold enough to find the fire within

But cold enough as 37 subway days in the wind

My brother way more then a friend

Dreadhead babies chasing dividends

Pushing life through pens

He gave his light, I give it to yo mans