NBK

What if chapu were to randomly spit a 16?
Scandalous rhyme, budded out and living a low key fancy dream
A stream of thought, random on the spot one shot
Memory of one that could never get knocked
Hopping on grass, I’m the mirror reflection on tinted glass
Sur Centro suddenly spotted in the east side going full blast
Seventh line living in the future focused on the past
Blood line of a merchant, why front with a hollow mask?
Troubled tribe make the temezcal tremble
W/ what the ancestors want me to resemble
Off track, rugged can’t be understood by those focused on gentle
Reconsider what you view as basic and essential
Bothered by a cause I’m living life as a rebel
Knowledge wanted me to be a deviant on the level
High grade hash hit like deep bass and treble

Word to moms got me feeling like an assassin
If words are my weapon, you can bet I’m blasting
Dumping on the deaf, hitting them w/ knowledge
Till my very last breath, but one love
We all in this together and trying to rise above

Some preach to the choir, me, I’m underground passing the wire,
Out to educate the new; don’t matter if you carry priors
In this struggle we all lovers and fighters
Ill literate nonfiction narrative writers
Madness manifested, on full blast
So everyone can check it, can’t afford to have anyone be neglected
In the bigger scheme we all equally connected
Collective mind mentality
And won’t stop till we all feel well protected
Won’t stop till we reshape our reality
Done out of love not for the sake of a salary
Feeling more at home in the streets than in the gallery
And me I’m more like
Mickey Knox in these streets out for his Mallory
And that’s NBK, Stream of consciousness, here to stay,
can’t afford to run in circles or even run away