Mine All Mine - Homeboy Sandman

My lids heavy

My lid’s corduroy

Size large in my sock drawer, dogs like yetti

My roots underground like veggies

My sound crack crowns from the soundbyte, sound type edgy

'neath it’s boxers so my dick can breathe

On bike seats won’t wedgie

On my TV it’s Heathcliff and Claire

For skincare I still use Keri

Horn, born way before Blackberries

My skin like bark

My bark mad lower than my bite

My hair’d depart

Rocked parts early parts of my life

My throat parched

Handle bars favorite parts of my bike

'Cause it matches my grind

My mindstate’s mind over matter

My mind pays matters no mind

My mama taught manners

And my plans just matters of time

Mmm-mmmm mmm mmm

My 6th sense keen

My scenes the existence squeezed between the heard and seen

My urban streets got rivers and streams

Burg-undy

My insurance is WebMD

My cup runneth over, my tank runneth on empty

My man pointed out even though there’s no «I» in «team» there’s a «M» and «E»

My clique ride deep

My crib 5D

My kicks and my tops endorsed

My bop like a pedulum, back and forth

The law in my city done got it in for us

The laws in my city are not enforced

My 2 cents 'fore I’m sent for

My lieutenants don’t tense up in the forth

Mmm-mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmmmmmm-mmmmmmm-mmmmmmmm-mmmm-mmm-mmmm

My lips don’t flap

My flames ain’t fake

Ain’t no implants or nip-tucked fat

My idea of success isn’t bucks stacked

My right hand’s on my nut sack

My left hand’s on my nut sack, fuck that

My seatbelt fastened

My bucket pass at a buck flat

My bucket list items all scratched

My limited vinyl’s all snatched

My vinyl’s all scratched

My knot’s in my sock since I got more

Ben Franklins, my bank is my sock drawer

My top 5's me and my top 4

My bumper stickers explain what exactly I stop for

My blood, sweat, tears

Out my eyes, cuts, pores

In this rhyme which is mine, all mine not yours

Mmmmmm-mmmmmmm-mmmmmm-mmmmm-mmm-mmmm-mmmmmmm-mmmmm-mmmmmm-mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!