Calico

Carolina, Alabama, Yankees prolly call us bamas, Back to back punches rapping now we bamming, Dodged the slammer thanks to my grammar, A prince from the jungle thanks to grandma, Antisocial ambivert mastering artistry, Why write a book when my verses are odysseys, I'm an awesome but awkward God MC, July baby, moon child, guarding his galaxy God it seems you got all mapped out for me, Middle finger to those who doubted me, Scratch that I hope your story goes happily, Hurting the ones you love, I hate war casualties, Hiphop artist and my state's martyr, Making my bars harder to keep my mind sharper, A ceremony master with his fist balled author, Known to be quiet but the boom bap get me talking, Confidence, found it when I found a pen to let the flow blossom