Ready or not.

________Martes de galería.

Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain’t cake Jail bars ain’t golden gates Those who fake, they break, When they meet their 400 pound mate If I could rule the world Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course When giddyupin’ on their horse I Kick a rhyme drinkin’ moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased But no don’t weep, Wyclef’s in a state of sleepThinkin’ ’ bout the robbery that I did last week .Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I’m hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist .I think not, I’ll send a letter to my friends, A born again hooligan only to be king again.