At Gravesend... 
  Past the Days Inn... 
  It was J. Smith... 
  With equations... 

Instead of graphs and charts, 
        He had formulas.

Instead of Basquiat's Art, 
       a sorcerer.

       Remember,
    the blind lead the 
   blind into sciences.*

      The wiz mixed dimes
     for his client's fix. 

The sign language
    used 
to hide the brick
resembled hieroglyph
 or Maya script. 

Molding men into
   lifeless likeness,
Miami vices, 
   lines of the light 🤫,
Mining like mice
Until police paused the Midas.
"This is your brain on..." 
    *nah*
NEVER MIND IT! 

J chose the gold bars 
   over the gold streets, 
Smoked out of a ghost bar 
   with his cronies. 
On the frozen road 
   to Old 'Oz', 
   Cobe reads 
  in bold ink, 
'NO JESUS, 
    NO PEACE'

     Deacons should 
        go seek
        Jacoby 
        before 
         he's 
          in
        Zone G
   with no toilet seat. 



HOOK:
Say "it's never too late, 
No, it's never too late"
      Like New York and the 711 on 8th. x 3

Say "it's never too late,  
No, it's never too late."
       If this resonates, 
       elevate 'cause
THE BEST AWAITS.