Lyrics

Keys on the squeezebox, they play and stretch Rhymes flow out, no leash on my neck Born in the alleys where accordions cry Just a humble player, no need to glorify But my bellows push winds like a gale force Verses sharp, cuttin' through like a naval course I exhale stress, smoke rings in the set Still a throwback playa, vibin' to a tape deck Libra on the scales, with a rhyme to sell Police on the trail, but my truth prevails 'cause