Stories of a young Master Mercier
15, Waiting on the 115
Aint tryna cause a scene tween niggas bussin over red and blue,
While focused on some green
What you mean, where I'm from cuz
I live down the street
You ain't see me walking 5 days a week
Tryna catch my stride where otha brothas ride
Coming up in a city that's do or die
You ill son, yeah you ill son
Pop this pill son
So you won't feel none
Shit gets real, that's why I got the steel son
Nah man, I never been a fan of the heavy metal
Less usain bolt style
My vile flows gas foes
And they superman might, I got the kryptonite
Guess she do too
Got me creepin through the park after dark cuz she said she got the crib tonight
Cuz kings inspire kings and these queens do to
The crown could get heavy when you ain't used to it
Love and trust over everything that's what I'm here to do
Put your trust in me and let's soar away to some better views
Flashbacks to a year ago
The forest was my backdrop
A better kingdom I couldn't imagine
I command these crouching tigers and slay the hidden dragons
Speeding swift with the Arroyo Seco
Coming home sweaty, where did the day go
Mama crying on the floor
Talking bout we evicted,
Landlords left us scrambling ain't that sickening
Said she'd keep us together if she could
Now I'm Moving to the wood but it ain't no movie flick
Hallways of Bernards, first time I gave the dick
Ain't got no shame bout it
Proud member of HTA
Horny teens anonymous
Had no name in the streets either
Ponder this
True test of the rose, to grow directly out the concrete
Start blooming, never sprain the root
Fortune cookies sound like wise words from my father
Whisper in my ear like: my son why don't you bother
Try harder
Live out your dreams, don't be no martyr to circumstance
Or circles that's bugging you, they just worker ants
Snatching up the raid, let it spray
Watch them squares dance
Ain't no two step
In 12 step process being so-called conscious
All these doctorates
Theorize bout the shit that I'm gone die for
But this is king shit
Flapping my wings while angels sing shit
Can't understand em cuz he still a demon
Even though he got some qualities that's still redeemin
Read between the lines of index and ring
You'll see its
All fun until cops killed
The police
Patrolling streets like they occupy the Middle East
It's really war out here
So guard ya sista and ya brotha cuz they don't fight fair