Story - Shahmen

Sunrise the grind starts to make bank

Sun sets to drive home on an empty tank

The in between just gets lost in puffing dank

Jean-Michel Basquiat but I don’t touch the paint

22 years here in the shell now

(Time is right, yeah I’m breaking out the cell now)

And I’ll admit that I crack the whip

But I ain’t even made half the shit

I just sit back, get high, laugh and trip

The baddest bitch, keeps staring me right in my eyes

And I’m telling her I don’t have the time

She thinks that I’m lying, cause she never met one of my kind

Never been so real on my life, all I do is the mic

Singing like the siren on an island

The brook calling me to write it, the face callin' me inside it

My whole story is a song now

All the worry that would bog me down

Turned to courage like a godly crown

Now I journey for the godly sound

It’s beyond all the law you found (nigga)

The hole in my soul, void in my mind

Drums gon' feel all my cries

The hole in my soul, void in my mind

Drums gon' feel all my cries

There’s no holes left for me to hide in

A lion in sight with a hunger for Zion

I wonder at times what’s behind all the science

Hear the words chase for a taste of silence

(Shh)

Pace through the wasteland, blaze 28 grams

Wait for the fate to awaken up a caged man

I was born by the beach in Southern California

Grew up in LA under the same sun Icarus was born from

An angel built the city up on one lung, burned wings, no teeth

Half a heart, one beat, but two feet

Sea-walking like Jesus over Galilee

Seen, the blood loves the bone

You will cry when they leave the soul

Today we are the trees to grow

Tomorrow we are weeds to pull

Write the story, I can see it all

With my name painted on the wall

An urban crow follows on my call

And on a wire, but I just don’t fall