Groove street

Aye

I’m in my groove now….

The town with bright lights

And low heights,

He nice……..

So tell me what I can’t do now?

Penny for your thoughts?

It’s cool proud…….

I’m grounded,

Pride and ensembles,

Drum kicks,

Swear I’m a Square but well rounded,

True shit,

Now introduced,

To the “who’s that?”

“Surround him!”…..

Put this poisonous poetry in your mind,

I fell off…..

Now I’m back and recording hits in my prime

whiskey on the rocks,

All I need to get rid of writers block,

I’m hot again,

“Not again!”

They do anything except acknowledge hym!

Spin the block, with glocks

They taking shots at him

Tell me what we gon do with this state of mind….

The fine lines are thin….

I Hope you realize….

They bitter cuz they know-they All blind within….