We coming for number 1

think it's fine to relinquish mine for the life of our seeds

For the weak moves, these dudes eat your food like harpies

Not just car thieves, large pleas, came home hardened murderers

By the death toll, would've thought the threshold was guarded by Cerberus It's hard to love, and if only God could judge, who need juries?

Weighin' the crime, still payin' for mine, haunted by the three Furies Should discover y'all brothers instead of throwin' signs that divide you deprived of the pape's made a lot of mistakes in my era

Hard life, course you needed white horse to defeat they Chimera horse to defeat they Chimera Every morning wake, never caught a break, revealed I was jinxed

To be the man deciphers life's riddle or get killed by the Sphinx

Quietly spoke volume of my drama, since then, l've been at war

It's no bull, my lab was in a labyrinth like the Minotaur

Rose from the pavement unaided, negotiated like the sly fox

I told son won't be fooled by no one like the Cyclops

The more static, the more tatted, you would've thought yakuza

Large crops or hard rocks, it's like we all saw Medusa

'Til the roar of the silence, we at war with the tyrants

Blocks of outlaws, but all we watch out for is the sirens

I speak some triumphs, some

mistakes From a place where they hug the snub

'cause none embrace

Carrying a lot of winter baggage'll catch a summer case.

Cold Verse, child of the gutter, still I study these scrolls,

Learned the code from old heads slammin’ bones in the cold.

Seen cowardly kings fall, thought they throne was cement,

‘Til the fire hit the frame, all that “power” was pretend.

I came up where the oracles was fiends by the deli,

Prophets on the corner see the future in a Henny.

Every dice game temple, every priest had a pack,

Whole altar was a milk crate with a burner out back.

If life’s a myth, I’m Theseus with a Bic in a maze,

Tryna trace every thread through this brick-and-mist haze.

My Daedalus was my uncle sayin’ “never trust height,

Don’t fly too close to them lights, they ain’t right.”

Watched Minos in a polo run the block like a god,

Turned neighbors into minotaurs once the corners got hot.

Even Pegasus need rest, I wore the wings off kicks,

Still I ran through every hood like I was chasin’ a glyph.

My Medusas was the money, all that glitter and grime,

Tried to stare into the shine, almost lost my mind.

Now I glance, then glance away, learned to move with a shield,

Can’t afford to turn to stone when my people need meals.

I’m the scribe of the sewers, turn the sorrow to psalms,

Every bar is a charm that I sew in my palms.

If Ares in the sirens and Athena in books,

Then I’m somewhere in between with a thief and a hook.

So when they ask who I am, I say, “A tale re-told,”Same war, new armor, just a heart stay cold. If the gods really listen, let the next kid see:

You ain’t gotta die a monster.