Listening to beats before training wrote a rhyme

Im stoned like Christ dragging a cross thru a crowd of jews
so high i even feel alone in a crowded room
red eyed so you know my visions clouded too
feeling like Big look at all this bullshit i been thru
80's baby i grew up thru a cold war
every city had a Richie Po slinging that coke raw
Graphitti on the train wondered what they wrote for
till i seen beat street and better understood the culture
keep my money same box i keep my Jordans sneakers
all black red jump man right behind my speakers
the reason that i stay so fly
cause my brains so high
blowing on trees like the wind when the train goes by
walking marathon of marijuana
no cares for drama
cause im prepared for karma
block parties park jams in the summer time
dreaming bout ripping mics
wondered when i'll get to shine