The story:
Oh Dalai Lama, this valley's no Potalaka
No Avalokiteshvara, just Yama, Onis and Mara
It's rather lonely in karma's embrace, dharma or drama awaits
but wait...
I laced my Balley's today! Ain't scrapin no alleys today
I graduated from that valley minus Salley & Mae
Remember nights on the Owls and the 8's, dropping that bridge fare
Knocks, dealers, graveyard shifters, they not amiss there
Pill heads catching they nod, meanwhile the bytch stare
Hoodies, ball caps reppin' mobs, respect ya fit there
Six-wheelin' a shyt feelin' when you sit still and
One wrong glance emits grillin' yet you can't look shook
So I'm muggin' em mean as shyt, same time?
Three-inch wads in both pockets off the evening shift
Count the days 'til I swing the whip, but right now?
This J tweakin' with the butterfly knife out
Plus a pair of thousand-yard stare glares
An army vet, or vet from the set? That tar don't care
My ear pods on blare, stepped on that Coliseum BART, no chairs
Packed with commuters, next car? Go there
So rare, a train of thought I never questioned befo'
Til' I walked behind this J towards the vestibule doors
Straight out the gate? I could tell from his gait, he ain't awake
Off-balance, cold shakes with a stop-go pace
He crossed cars, I was giving him space, but same moment
I pried them doors open, knife's right in my face
I ain't a lie, I was silent as graves, looked past the blade
into eyes unmade: no time, no place
He alive in un-alive roleplay, shyt ain't a game
His demons over my shoulder, who his aim gon' maim?
I flipped a switch, inner-caged old rage repressed by time
Possessed my mind, who blink next gon' die
Just like that he let them demons go, his eyes cleared
Like he ain't even know, he nodded to leave the door
Like damn, the fukk a nikka just seen? I seen before
This world weigh heavy on the weak in soul
Yeah I know...