RIP ASAP YAMS

It was the YAMS

            SIP Steven Rodriguez

Every blackout

Becomes more like Bushwick in 77

Or the Boogie in 05

Thinking you live

More rehearsed regression

Poison a weapon pointed at temple

Filtered through battered liver

Liquor liquid pain

Leaving you in physical hurt

Translated in lyrical verse

About leaning while vertical

Dreaming while drowning

In puddle of purple hurl

Different world when elders

Never served as positive example

Take classic sample distorted

Standard of realness transported

OT back and forth

Work designed to bring profit

Crossing state lines

Crimes are pass limits

Of human consumption

Uncontrolled substance packaged

Luxury brand high end fashion

Corner is runway

Bring crackers close to where we live

Make em sponsor our suffering with

Cross pollinated culture

Vultures hover over bloated carcass

Getting plug on exclusive epitaph

Scratchitti on tombstone

Bottle up tears

Fragrance sour and eau de tragedy

Tattooed MOBB LIFE across knuckles

Who knew celebrity shuffle would rob life

Had all the CEOs waiting on Hood Pope

Pretty Flacko

Bag up the block

Blessings squeeze through stylish streets

Brief appearance give motivation

Added inspiration from aura

Trapped by slavish system

When we make our pain popular

They might listen

Lords Never Worry Bout Pesos

Standing in rain on 1 train platform

From Dyckman to the Ferry

Knowing this vida if you don’t got it

Go get it

Always Strive and Prosper

Assassinate Snakes and Punks

Abandon Stress and Pressure

Future will flip

Flex your heart

Simply strut