confused alone from poetry by fish bwoi

J dough gave me the beat so I could I flow on it,
Hey ho hiphop hooray I gotta stay golden,
I live two types of days I gotta stay open.
Live both parts of my name I’d best remain focused.
Too many spliffs to the face, I often chase focus
Too steady hits to the bass, my hands direct bullets
Two heavy trips to the range, memorize motions
just like trips to the gym, can you back full it?
Can you back tuck it, hip snap late spin around,
I like to spin black skids down Mullan, we stick around
Can you stick around? Well that’s the test dude.
I never lose my way around town, and never sweat suits

• Electronic
• drum-bass
• hiphop
• house
• missoula
• montana
• techno-and-variations
• underground hip-hop
• Missoula