St. St. St.
I'm Chancellor in Chicago with armed security
Ain't no guarantee, risk it all like I'm bound to surety
Dollar and a dream, an ellipse that is flawed and cursory
Undernourished budget, unethical forms of currency
Documents redacted, transcript rather inscrutable
Short of breath, then switch from asphyxiant to albuterol
Truth be told, get uncomfortable when I'm too informed
Handkerchief to brow, taking compliments like a loosened jaw
Emerge from the bottom with Cus D'Amato fists
Come for armistice, see the arsenal, call for armament
We ovеrrated? Know not who you've been in bargain with
Dipped from hеad to tow, bleeding Harlem like an Apollo kid
Read music and speak my cousin's Spanglish
The simple joys of immutable, unobstructed language
Like what's it worth to have given your mother tongue for payment
Coarse exchanges, neighborhoods torn apart in anguish
It's a terrible freedom in being obstinate
Never hit a stain 'less you put his teeth through his bottom lip
After you exhaust the resources, deplete the lobbyists
Crisis manager, social worker, and speech pathologist
And perhaps it's alarming but it's just reality
Malnutrition into starvation into insanity
Pray for rain, collect holy water from metal canopies
Keep a rotten gut and an orifice turned piano keys
You might hear it sinister but I dream it dulcet
A transient on the surface, a panoply in storage
A tunnel rat in the distance, a planted seed in focus
Likely thinking backwards but I could fill your collegiate courses
It's boredom, silent warrior unopposed in challenge
Wash the paint from my cuticles then destroy the canvas
Live a life on the cusp of sipping a golden chalice
Respect the throne and ignore the festering, open callous