Wind

Just kicking it
Kick it
Wind

Order 1 for the money
Can't afford a 2 combo
My squad broke
Like Boston with Rondo
Break out with the take out
Hop up on my spinners
2 wheeler
'Cause this way of riding's iller
Chick ask me can I see
With the hair in my eyes?
Self-inflicted blindness
So I can write my songs in the key of life
CDs stacked like Scarface cocaine piles
So you can see the kind of hits
Always on my mind
It's a sign
That my do grew out like Hendrix
Might by 27
Taken out like an appendix
But for now
Make the music culture setting
Betting
That I could roll to a costume party dressing
As myself
'Cause I'm a superhero
Telling tales like in the Bronx with De Niro
Watching kids' flicks like hits to the earlobe
Spear thrown
Fighting
Too complex to be protected
Too much pride in my complexion
To be pretending
Ascending
Like the people from which I'm descending
Would have wished
Moving from the Commonwealth
In search of this common wealth
In the minds of the Colony of Coloured Kids
Got dibs on the red cup
Toast Morgan the Captain
Relax then back to the backpacking
I be travelling
Hot as a bomber jacket and a Skully in the sun
With the Summer breeze stagnant
'Cause I got this tape or EP or album
Whatever it is
Secure that the outcome
Is Monks with the Abbot
Mecca with Malcolm
Turntables when Kool Herc first found them
The feeling and the power
Leaving your chest pounding
LTtheTruth and don't dare denounce him