The Last Bar

I’ve been writing essays for decades
Since the days of Tommy Hill and Pelle Pelle
While my boys stayed idle, home playin x games
I was passing demos out along with a neck brace
Sting like a bee, rhymes Float like Segways
Bassline dope…you feeling that head change?
Much needed, when i stay on my grind
Bungee jump feeling got a lot on the line
Trust demons and they’ll target your mind
You call it coincidence, I call it design
And no Ive never been signed
But i signed the papеrs to a house and I’ill be just fine
No need to bе a star, to glow on a team
Kero one, I’m in the house like covid 19
Its the o.g. humble and low key
Moms show me love on occasions they know me
From when Shaq had Kobe
Food truck called Kogi, Lord Finesse sued Moby
Way back ..When Asian rappers seemed wack
And very few made it, thats thing of the past
And peace to all my exes wherever you are
Love either brings you closer or carries you on
Fights either bring you closer or tear you apart
…cold world, blanketed and buried in art
Final word, do the math thats bar one
Kero One of a kind, now I’m done, thats bar none