(kero one verse)

Whatup choice,
I heard you holding it down in the south,
Its kero one, the one ya mighta hearda bout..
hey I heard ya tracks, in fact, by word of mouth..
Then buddah hit me your twelve while I was makin routes..
The beats sounded butter, smothered with handclaps..
Kicks were straight gutter how I like em to slap..
But foreals the appeal was when I noticed the path..
Not livin for self, so We’re on the same exact,
but it’s a struggle when temptations gets deep..
tryna take a break ..but meditation aint cheap
with only 24 ..meditation is sleep..
tryna juggle these beats, rhymes and lounging with peeps..
ya know the deal..so whats crackin down sidouth.
Besides Hollywood tellin us to pump that hitout..
Hey..As long we touch souls, we’re in the hizouse..
So choice.. lets conversate..from heart not the mizouth..

(chorus)
So can we conversate.. cuz there aint much time left..
(Instead of the now) ..lets Focus on whats timeless..
and can we conversate..to build on foundation..
lets keep our heads low to grow our vocation..
So can we conversate.. cuz there aint much time left..
(Instead of the now) ..lets Focus on whats timeless..
and can we conversate..to build on foundation..
lets keep our heads low to get high in elevation..