[Verse 1: Jester]

Yessir

It's the wisdom manifested in beats
With aggressive cops infesting the streets
I say fuck the police
Now that's [?]
Ain't no freedom we done with these punks
Become with these drums
The seeds, fighters, and blunt heads, and writers
The innocent lifers from Seattle to Rikers
All the strikers wantin' more dollas
The poor holler while you immature scholars stay poppin' your collars
It's just some nonesense
On the corners with some goners and they lost it
So they talk shit and they frostbit
The cold be hittin' citizens in my tenement
Its evident smokin' buddha we inhale it in and reminisce
While I strategize under battered skies
My people tantalize so we known to vandalize
Our hands are high
Like we holdin' up the clouds
And if you from the sound you know they never coming down

[Verse 2: Tom Pepe]
It's all good homie
Yo
Speakers stay blown out
Mind stay zoned out
Told my teacher that I gotta find my own route
No doubt about it
I come to class clouded
And write a couple raps
While y'all jottin' down facts 'cause
I be learned in all schools of thought
But my classroom stuffed full of dumb fools
Who talk a lot of jibber jabber, nonsense, gossip, whatnot
I Wrote my first dope verse at a bus stop
Under a sweatshirt, rockin' headphones
Rooftoppin' like the spot was my next home
How ironic in the days before the blunts wit' chronic
We used to sit and wonder when we gon' be goin' under
In other words when my flesh turn to dirt
Will my soul go cold or eclipse the universe
And I be stressin' 'bout it
Nope sike, not at all
Smoke a dime most the times outta waterfall

[Verse 3: Tom Wilson]

In the blistering cold
I sit and unfold
Clear thoughts through raindrops
Pierce the shell of my soul
Pondering when it's pouring
My two cents is gold
Y'all catch Zs in backseats and do what your told
I'd rather spend my days chasing after these stars
Throw away the key
Leave me be, trapped in these bars
I might twist up a grape
Just to switch up the taste
Gotta sack in my lap and a fifth to the face
I'm gone without a trace
Slurring truth, spilling lies
Feeling nauseous losing conscience
This freedumb is mine
But i feel dumb inside
'Cause it's not quite obtained
It's strange ho people limp because of the 'cane
The love is stronger and thicker than blood in my veins
Experience the change and be a judge of the pain
They lie, steal, cheat, kill, all for the Gs
See they're needy and greedy 'cause nothin' in life is free