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