Late at night. Feeling right. Just rode my bike. Made a right. Shit was tight. Busta left, So so Def. Game of chess, Bang to this. Hopping curbs, Go head observe I deserve, where I'm at.. No more herbs. Cruise around, All over town. Cool folks, no clowns.. At the top, left em down. On the ground. Turn around, hit the pavement, Pound for pound Heading home, end of roam. Up the steps, through the door. Shirt right off and on the floor. To bed alone, no whore, at peace.. No More war, like before. Laid up, in the cut. Eyes shut, fall out. In a bed, not a couch. Moving up, no more slouch. Watch ya mouth, when you talk. That's all you do, no action... When it comes to you. The filthy few, that's not you. Fight or flight....and you fuckin flew! Now I'm stepping up, and your day is through, nothing new, when it comes to you