Having An Erection

Yeah, his name is projection I think that he is having an erection In that section He’s a part of boom bap focus Must be part of Hocus Pocus He’s not much of a poet Probably because he has the lowest IQ Yeah, he should’ve stayed in his closet Yo, I’m spittin’ visions like a prophet on the corner, Projectin’ dreams while they schemin’ on the warner, Streetlights flicker, shadows dance on the pavement, Life’s a canvas, but I’m paintin’ with enslavement. Hustle hard, every block’s a different lesson, Countin’ blessings while the world’s in recession, Eyes wide, see the truth through the lies, I’m the voice of the struggle, hear my echoes rise. (Verse 2) Projectin’ thoughts like a movie on the screen, Life’s a hustle, gotta chase what I mean, In the alleyways, where the real ones reside, I’m the beacon in the dark, got the fire inside. Every scar tells a story, inked in the skin, I’m the product of the struggle, let the journey begin, From the concrete jungle, where the dreams collide, I’m the architect of fate, let the truth be my guide.