Tower of Cards

Coming out of my mouth
 Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer
 On a house of cards summoning the coming down
 Few are amused by the dumbing down
 I choose the underground
 Thumbing down contracts fused by a number dial
 Ever wonder how to loose star thunder
 How to bruise that name you got two cars under
 Well leverage is a tool start from it
 If your jewels out weigh you
 Then you too far under the debt line
 The get by any means necessary
 Be a dead minds scheme and a temporary gain
 These dreams be the same that line cemeteries
 For the same fiends find weight in my sentence carried
 State to state be the street wise seminary
 Save your plate cus its feeding time
 On any variation of beat I find I try to speak to
 Cus I ain't got the patience or time
 To sleep through nothin
 History will mirror its run-ins
 If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running
 History will mirror its run-ins
 If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless
 Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
 Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
 A bang your head a bang your head
 A bang your head, a bang your head
 A bang your head to the beat if your fearless
 I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
 Cooling for two blocks to school got my jewel rocked
 Till a fool caught I stay in mamas jewel box
 I need the tools those from Juice Crew got
 Be it foot loose or not I see it as a cooked goose
 Pop music got a pot to stew it in I knew it then
 Before they through it in
 I flew the pen and got my foot loose
 The moral choose the end
 In which the means got the good excuse
 Now what's the hoods excuse
 Is it the shadow of a place or the shadow on a face
 The mask of the shallow of hope added disgrace
 The act of the gallows the rope an added lace
 And the they add it to the chase of cool
 Replacing they school with a run way
 A fool on a one way
 A tool for the Mondays
 Who knew we were the ones played
 Boonie will they see the sun he says one day
 History will mirror its run-ins
 If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running
 History will mirror its run-ins
 If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless
 Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this
 Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this
 A bang your head a bang your head
 A bang your head, a bang your head
 A bang your head to the beat if your fearless