Verse 1
I'll never know another like Houdini
one who could come through and leave so freely

when it came to the cypher he would rhyme so speedy
speak with a knowledge of pain so deeply

the homie never greedy in fact he was needy
left on like street like graffiti

every night he would light up a bag of the green leaf
and fight with his might for a key to type delete

loosing every battle never veni vidi vicci
believe me

if one deserved a break it would definitely be he
ten years ago the last day that was peachy

the hand that was dealt to the man Houdini
demanded some help but he ran so freely

vanishing again to the land of the weed
breathe deeply

skin covered with cuts slices and burns
he dug with his knife what he felt he deserved

fell to the dirt, cause he felt all the hurt
yell and he'd curse, tell all the birds

hell wasn't worse than the cell of his birth
selling his nerves then quell it with herb

he'd spell and work so well with the verbs
relevant verse with eloquent words

yet hella disturbed – word
left to the curb - stirred

then I heard - slurred
before all this occurred

a son with hope and eyes of joy
in this man so badly burned

by a place with rage in the rain insane
slain as the earth would turn

Hook
watch it happen - wonder how
angels fall they crash on down

queens and kings no longer now
once so proud but broke their crowns

castles burned – in the clouds
now they walk here on the ground

voice is gone – can not shout
all they know is pain and doubt