I’m looking at you from where I sit.
Try and figure out what’s alright and fit.
Contemplate the words to my next hit.
Try keep them clean and all neat.
Lose a step, suckle this wisdom teat.
Keep the fire burning my fore fathers lit.
Raise my voice tell them we need to meet.
Get my tools out of my lyrical kit.
Serenade you with my infectious wit.
Raise your heavy heart from that dark pit.
Make you smile I’m not the poison in the meat
Lift your face up escort you to my love seat.
Chip at your icebox bit by bit.
Welcome to the world of The Divine Bandit.