Going Out Swinging.

Rarely been known to pause
running through dark halls, no pass
little etiquette, blown, always late for class
no matter how you label it;
I hop on the grass.
Strapped to the teeth
school of hard knocks
Heard the bell ringing
going out swinging
never learned my lesson
cant always be grinning
Imma die on my feet
fail/ pass
blas - phemous
i live life fast, superfluous
damn how time passed us
life's a race
can't always be the fastest
the most furious.
Necio to the core
couldn't reach God
w a thousand pastors,
blowin' trees w forgotten bastards
lower class peoples making moves
not just staying curious
make it to the top
still not used to doin' this;
attentive, on point, never clueless
quick to learn
standing firm, nothing moving us.
street thought,
counter culture living, makes me squirm
devil by my side
still refuse to give in
underground food for thought
last supper status homey, dig in
all up in the spot
heavyweight bout
got that rhythm swinging
can't seem to stop sinning
I'm just doing me
shoes laced up, 12th round
heavy in this game
I'm not gonna be trippin'
cooking up a scheme,
yes I'm heavy in the kitchen
active while others stay prayin & wishin'
break bread, hit the streets fuck it
if I don't make it out this mission
higher than a satellite and I stay twistin'
most ain't even knowing
half the shit i'm riskin'
scaring every single good god fearing christian
moving hella forward
you just reminiscin'
turn this shit up loud now
hold up homey, listen
[Radio Callejera...]
peep what i envision
turn on your mind
turn off that television
structuring gutter street thought
check how it glistens.