Desi, Jesse, and Presley (Movin out the Hood)

[J.D. Wykid, Esq.]

this is my place in time, im in a race against time.
trying to put my lifes grime into something sublime.
trying to shine in the lime, before i get covered up in lime
for just a moment ill be in my prime, trying to climb..
outta this ghetto, time to perfect my libretto.
im not a soprano, but got sopranos all around me..
they aint italian, they witht hat Mexican family.
they bust heads with that Louisville like Hanley.
but most got that street sweeper that come in handy.
trying to live in a place where its ok to leave doors unlocked.
tryin to stay in a place where they dont concoct that rock.
leave the hood behind me and walk towards the future.
sick of working for little and gettin beat up like indy lucha.
tried of hearing the late night calls of TROUCHA TROUCHA.
ghetto bird keep me up at night, how the fuck can i mute ya?
dont wanna worry bout my shirt in fear that someone might shoot ya.
i aint bangin man, just tyring to pursuit that loot, ya
feel me? no need to turn my head into a red mess like Lucille B.
and that Ball..but im more like Desi, or better yet, Jesse.
an outlaw, but i wanna be a KING, not T.I, more like Presley.
i want the people to weep when i die, i want them to miss me.
miss my deadly skill. from my death and up until
worlds doomsday is fulfilled. but right now im in the city of gods..
but not brazil, this is LA where my life is against all odds.
so ill live one day at a time, hoping one day i have wads.  one day. 

[QuietTruth]

Good to see you droppin' nigga. Feel-able shit. Nice homie.