The Get Down: Episode 2 - Seek Those Who Fan Your Flame

Click, BOOM!, that's what I heard

Things crash

Listen up to what my soul conjures up

My tear ducts dry, can't cry, I conceal it, I die

My index finger and thumb push the pin to the drum

You ask where I've been, New York City, BX where I'm from

No figment of my imagination, sad situation for my dad

Killer came in my pad and started sprayin'

Father layin' on the floor, he breathin' no more

Shot to death, the reaper came like a thief through the door

Shaolin, he helps me, he wealthy in street knowledge

He deep in the path of drug dealin' and violence

Day in and day out, drama, we couldn't stay out

Livin' in my aunt's house, music the only way out

Cause we was in the broke down belly

Of a hungry beast

We stayed true, then we made up a crew

Shaolin gave me the name Book, I became a ragin' bull

Back when I was first enchanted by Grandmaster Flash

You had to be there, imagine him scratchin' wax

Up in his habitat in the Bronx, he got it on

The birth of a new group has spawned