All I Need

Year was 87 in my pops Thunderbird

Before I picked up the pen to even utter words

Before I grabbed a mic to even juggle verbs

Backseat of his ride was my thought of church

Riding around the city the God Rakim blasting

The Bridge is Over some Kane Pops tapped in

Entry level some say the golden era

(That's Cap) My youngin' feel it's the new era

Before my vision was jaded

Before my love was tainted

This during the crack era

When life revealed its mascara