Sittin on glass One time Gotta put it down Still holdin Dropping Like a hot pot Crock It butter When words stutter Metaphors glamour Glisten Ill-listening Showing up Pourin up Popped up Sitting low In etern reflect Kweli probably rob Me For My precious beside me Does he see? Reflection in Street lights Will it be my life? Breath last Do I blast? Do I box? Tyson the unholy In the field Everlast I’m A sinner Fo real The deal When I touch steel Uhhh….. No He gon get me If I don’t get Him first The thirst of the pissed Pist burst For What it’s worth Wordworth All the word’s worth In conscience is nothing Cuz I want To be the track I visualize In my mind 9 shells Killum in the atti-alley This is a workout fo real, this is bally Am I sick in my rhyme? My own mind Can’t even define Another man’s grind Is mine Split second To unwind Rewind Time Don’t drop thine I blinked His is mine…….