wearing a hair net as a teen
Embarrassed to care I was scared,
Just an heir to what my parents had
seen how unfair it all seems
Collar to throat was the barrio joke
Ironing rags keep your eye on the sag
A disguise for those admired
I grew tired of that I grew
They drew iron when I drew rhymes
Told myself keep your mind
Knowing damn well this shits chess Denzel
And distress is for the damsel
719 my Springs training days
Though I ain't claiming to bang,
I state in criminal slang
I speak better with signs and
Lines look minimal until I paint a King
Be it Rodney or Martin who
When it's minds like Stephen's
Be it Tut, Louis, or Midas,
These times got me relying on
Cus ain't a hand that can change a thing
Can you blame the ring when painting
man with some angel wings
Now keep it moving my styles
Me and 20 in a league of our
Where art thou? You who trend?
Where is art now? Please,
Used those last three bars in parts
Sylvain said I see you man brought my
skills from LA to the EU land
And formed AllttA and on this altar I offer
my language till all words are auburn
Sorta like in autumn see my loose leaf's changing
am I too deep say it and we'll all learn
I said language altar and auburn I'm saying
pages are getting read as they all turn
But they on an altar I'm saying
Words are getting purged in the
flames call our songs urns
Is it cus we've all learned
If you're not at all concerned
You can take our name just make
sure that it's framed well
Guess it's all the same when they
Maybe its just the way that our
AllttA = A Little Lower Than The Angels
