Mini Brute

I came on my own two feet
 I left with the gasoline
 Walk back to my breakdown
 It came like a passing breeze
 Never know where it's taking me
 Patience, push that function
 Just ain't working now
 But I'll work it out
 I'll work it out
 Find me up with the art
 In the back of the building
 Installation creates the spaces I'm filling
 Still as dust, sculpted to beauty
 Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling
 They better off cause my corona burn they retina
 Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it
 They toss the board, pieces on the floor
 Games blown like so many tops
 Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop
 Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me
 Up to me, chosen few
 Chose to be over you
 Greener green, better view
 Pick a beat, spit it true
 Choke it down, cough it up
 Are we on that next or what
 Is we up to healthy shit or nah, pro'lly better off
 Up with art on the side of the building
 Inspiration creates the race that I'm winning
 We livin and breathin in dust
 Yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut
 I'm bout to live it up or live for what
 On and on
 Mind yourself the water's deep
 Close to dawn
 Now's the time we earn our keep
 Rifle sleeping in my hand
 Enough dynamite to blow the dam
 So catch me if you
 Catch me if you
 Catch me if you can
 Picking up the bottle when the water's coming over me
 Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone
 Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone
 Caller unknown, I'm falling to you, dry and alone
 With no sign of the wall
 I got this stone in my hands
 So catch me
 Catch me
 Catch me if you can
 The setup was a stunner
 Never saw the gunner coming
 Spent that summer in the gutter
 Look at that, it got me by the numbers
 Whole city got me out of line
 Busy bodies, idle minds
 Left me with a novel look, I title mine
 How to look like you're not shook and still look like a rolling dice
 Cooler than the polar but colder nights
 Goddamn that couldn't hold up
 Stay calm, foot on
 Napalm, rev up
 Get gone, red line, hang on, time up
 Function friction, fix shit, break it
 Pump that fiction, nothing's sacred
 Aces wild but faces flush in
 Pace and style, no baseless punches
 I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed
 City kids don't love that, mini brute tough act
 Stunt what? All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back!
 On and on
 Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone
 Close to dawn
 I came on my own two feet
 I left with the gasoline
 On and on
 Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone
 close to dawn
 It came like a passing breeze
 Never know where it's taking me
 Patience, push that function
 Just ain't working now
 But I'll work it out
 I'll work it out"