Proof of Life #1

[Verse]
I’m here to inform you the formula, you’re bottle-fed’s
By definition as bunk as a top and a bottom bed
As far as what they stand on, most of these folks ain’t got a leg
I guess that’s why that my closest homies are quadrupeds
More than a couple tunes are coming through this quarter
Record some others too, coordinates coming soon
The pressure’s on me like a bloody wound
‘Cause you either on the cutting edge or on the floor of the cutting room
Really rolled through the bruises, through the knots and the welts
Hematomas, contusions due to times that I fell
But rather than stumble away to the lodge with the elks
I’ma have to double the weight that’s on my quads and my delts
That’s why, I will excel in any space that I fill
While the data reveals that your only column is ‘L’
Man, Soul a dude that they would follow to Hell
So every joint feels overdue like abolishing bail
If I catch y’all sleeping, well then Sonnez les matines
I was bred/bread top seeded like a loaf of semolina
But still keep it humble, rubbing shoulders with amoebas
Sipping moonshine brewed by Thelonious and Mingus
When I was gutting houses that were moldy from Katrina
I’d seen the world’s crueler, so even if your tumor never grows a centimetre
Where there’s smoke, there’s emphysema
I just hope your dream defies the odds like Bulma and Vegeta
Don’t let the loneliness defeat you..
If not for your sake, then the homies that’ll need you