Congo

I Can’t see the madness behind me

It’s board day and these niggas flashing they high beam

Life ain’t Broadway but I ain’t acting behind screens

On the strip where you find me

Gone be a grip till I find a piece

And I ain’t conscious I just let my mind breathe

Cause the city steady bustling

Chip on my shoulder got me thinking what’s gone come of it

Grandfather dropping wisdom I ain’t even wanna listen

Except those silly superstitions

Thinking shit is sweet

Now That’s some sour eats