Yes I've heard & felt the heartbeats
From most of Brooklyn's dark streets
Some of the places I would spark treats
Blunts, drinks & chess upon the park seats
At times was running from a narcs piece
Not a fake ass Hutch or phony Starsky
The lines I walked all had a sharp crease
Retraced & expressed as my art peace
None paid attention til I hit my harsh peak
Rock at the top among the smart geeks
One part gentleman & still one part freak
Mind bright enough to make a star cease
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