Tell Me Yours

[Verse] I’m honestly not looking for thank yous because I don’t deserve them I didn’t earn them But you can thank South Central Thank the San Gabriel Valley Run up PCH and go'n and thank Lake Merit Every turf walker and scraper bike When you see one say “Thanks for Prop’s music” Posiedon, who made sure the bar was high in cyphers Crystal, Kevin and Curry, the other Black family in Belinda Thomas Spokenharn – he’s why I even like rap Thank the foundation, IE, the hardest battles I’ve been in against Triune, Dead Eye and Issues Broom and Zaragozo Wilbur family introduced me to the gospel Graynose and Coleman, Whitenhill, Robles tried and my Sri Lankan twin Holden Ronnie David Robles He the first to put a spray can in my hand And my imagination expanded That’s why my art is ambidextrous I owe you one hermano! Trujillo, Montes, Seils, Curazcos I told you I grew up with vatos Leon, Myren and Junie Miss Venita Shells, Uncle Ray, Aunt Fanny Mae Vaca Rose and Aunt Ethel Mr. Jeffrey, Ms. Curón and Palicky came to get me When I was ditching US History Trying to keep up with Trevor Pinnick (?) Thanks David Uttley He told me he thought God made black people by smearing them ‘em feces And Brad somethin’, who called rap “jungle jive” True story It’s what drew me to the scriptures And years later over John Lofty (?) Dr. Anderson, David Rojas, Mr. Singer Doug Thickben, Ms. Monhey and Herrera for turning down my advances LOL, I would’ve never met mi Alma Thanks Silivana and Ms. Jenna Camp The most out-of-the-box teachers that knew that kids could learn And ain’t buy that “at-risk” rhetoric Nicolette and the Wilson’s, an adopted clan of twelve I witnessed troubled abandoned kids get love until success Deezars, Nayda, Dalia and Graciela Conchas I was there when your pop died and I still got that bracelet Cynthia Cell, Donna O., Patients and both Uplands Tiffany, Camile, Spencer Masonry, Bianca, Gwen Nick Luvano and Raphael Colla These kids were the view for at least two albums Thank the Blowed, the mic and dimmed lights Up the street, round the corner Where my heart was best kept Thank best kept and Shihan Ay, well, I love poetry An encouragement of mi Ate Irene Fae Dueler, who told me to try my hand at poetry Hey, what’s up with Joe Dell, how he doin'? Thank the old Taconazo Where taboo with the Black Eyed Peas Accidentally kicked me in the tooth That’s why it’s chipped to this day True story Thanks Zane Wood, Serene Palms and Ozay Moore Rosaria Ortega, James Worthy, James Janice Nicole Petty and Thomas Joseph Terry [Outro] These deserve your thanks If you see them, tell them I sent you I didn’t know then, but I know now What I cannot ignore is my Crimson Cord Don’t tell me yours, tell me yours, tell me yours Tell me yours, tell me yours Tell me yours, tell me yours Tell me yours, tell me yours Tell me your, tell me yours Crimson Cord