The Moon, Pt. One

Moon was a man, grew up in Maryland
Mom was a waitress, extra hours to make it
Aprons and hairnets, dad died, no assets
Last words were "Flip the script, keep your feet set"
Took to the streets, [?]fly shoots and sheets[?]
Save up for a hotrod, one that doesn't overheat
Bought a gold watch and his momma some cool clocks
Feet weren't set, got caught and shit stopped
Busted, doing time in the pen
Push-ups and pull-ups, ten sets of ten
Locked in, you need heart to survive
Keep your feet set, hope to come out alive
The Moon, stretching, high reps, relax
Hollow body hold in the cell with his bars close
The moon, in chin hang and stretch while the yard lifts
Every day, a thousand dips, in the zone[?], privileges
He watch the gymnasts, Pan-American games
European artist practiced moves on the hard carpet
When he's 42, pod shaped like an allen screw
Fella's in great shape, had hops like a kangaroo
The Moon, competition, new stats
Handstands and backflips, I'm better than those cats
The Moon, you need heart to survive
Everyday's a struggle to keep your mind live
It's Monday, the morning that The Moon's free
Five years, four months, expired state ID
He's walking home, his mom moved across country
Has a brother named Gary now
Understand he's married now [The Whip!]
He's all alone, Moon set on his old street
All he had is gold watch and butterscotch motif
On the corner, spot used to be a brendel[?]
Post up and checks out their actions through the window
The Moon finally set free, all on his own now, no longer in custody
The Moon, he had heart to survive
A thousand push-ups before lights on at five