New Era

New era New jacket New sweater Make music for my true father Don't pleasure ego credz talking who's farther I'm the trophy on the shelf I'm a true winner Tv dinners on the couch in the long winters Been killing all these tapes I'm just as born sinner More thinner Hitting weight upon my class bmi printers Wake fast, bad stretch, cooking and deliver Damn Wake fast, bad stretch, cooking and deliver Cold air, hot breath, give me cold shivers I'm a drug dealer I push keys, chop white squares, slang em on the corner Cd disc and black tapes in receivers Need more time like street meters If you not eating you just prey to the street sweepers If you not moving then you binge eaters More demons creep close liquor store seekers Feel proud when my siblings see me off the bleachers That's a different type of joy I was set up and destroyed And I conquered through the path So I sit and make noise In my New era In my New jacket And my New sweater New era New jacket New sweater New era New jacket New sweater