One

The Cipher

“They say the game has the belly of a beast,
blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth,
wire taps for ears, nike airs for feet,
blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart, rap music for beats;
Heroin for a son and it’s married to the streets.
Crack pipes for lungs and he never sleeps,
just spies with dice in his eyes;
Loves life cause he likes when it dies.
With a baking soda soul, he coughs up pleasure.
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together.
He knows - he’s clever.Jealousy’s his house.
All the liquor that’s poured out, goes right into his mouth;
Rides around on a stray bullet
with prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it.
A tv in his head, strippers slide down his legs
and he’s known to ride around with the feds.
He’s out there, out there, out there..”
- Lupe Fiasco