-Talib Kweli

some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it’s getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head’s inebriated
movement needs motive, it’s easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime’s right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it’s all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what

- slug

And yes.. that’s what she said.