Mr C.C.B

I survived with the strenth of my mother.

knuckle game of my father.

attitude of my uncle the way the cards shuffled

I used the silence of my brother, in cuffs,like your honor.

No grattitude for the struggle.you wonder if God loves you.

held hostage by the hunger.harrassing you mentally

tryna get that paper that match the statue of liberty.

pass those who limit mewith the hustle of Harlem

the thoroughness of my borough.

Im like brooklyn wit the dramawith the talent of queens

when them ratchets iz poppin.

heart of the city but I stand alone like staten Island.

crazy as my cousin.picky as her brother

but Im good with some bread and a ratchet pretty as my daughter.

compare my set to the legendshow we slung on the street.

similar to master jay we had a run with the DItollah.Im not looking for luv.C.T.C cut the check.