Poetry (feat. Buick B) Video (MV)

Learn Couth
Learn Couth
Learn Couth

I wanted a life filled with decadence
When you gotta trap to get to it, you'll learn with the extras get
Don't misinterpret what this message is
I came from nothing, I was a lesser kid
We Never lived good, we were in the hood cuz it cost less to live
I told myself that I'd transcend, im right on the precipice
My cousin Marc told me to stack your bread and never impress a bitch,
The Feds scooped him up, I just pray Allah bless his bid
How many niggas we lost trying to get ahead?
How many signs did we ignore?
How many times that we said it's all in our heads?
The last call was staticky,
Lil cuz ain't make it to 21, the byproduct of savagery
It went from sticks and stones to the ladders in magazines
When Your favorite rappers would tell you to go and find a fiend
When there was a better way to be?
Could he show you how to get back? Will he show honor in the face defeat?
I'm from a section where niggas died over what they chased in the streets
Your mother cried when they covered your face with the sheet
Hollow point to the head a closed casket we couldn't face the deceased
I feel like I gotta get away and find namaste, I'm chasing my peace
They say the kindest soul, can bare the weight of weak
The weak can't pay their tabs, I'm on they ass, I barely waited a week
Niggas will sell you a dream and be a slave to the sleep
Niggas will sell you a dream and be a slave to the sleep

First I want to shout out to the dimes I dated
It was WW dot complicated
A different rap chamber
My nigga that's danger
My man popped three zacs and turned to the black ranger (ill)
How I know him but he act stranger?
Buick Goings, I'm a poet so my raps linger
This is grown man logistics, not for rap singers
A block that do a stack a night? We call that trap jenga
When you think of B, think of a G
Ocean floor flows, I'm deep, think of the sea
My flow is priceless but what makes you think that it's free?
Buick got a way with words my nigga, take it from me
When niggas talk fly shit, you don't think it's a flea
Cuz niggas disguise shit
You da clown, but she's tagging my pics cuz I'm IT
Ayo I like to show I'm gifted at times
She wasn't privy, so I made shorty sit wit my rhymes
They don't get me, these niggas think my sixs is nines
Ya mindset minimum wage, we eat dinner with wine
Robin Given, she takes my money but she gives me her time
Roth and Buick, Brick and Mortar two my nigga it's time