I share my cry till I clarify in brutal honesty, set aside if you promise me that a crisis is prophecy, sacrificing your might to fight but igniting for fair exchange, comparing when daring names but shame when I bear his claim, so we all may tear the same, but your compromise, was decisions you dramatized, the reason your sum declined, to others may come a shine, a sign through violence, they may worship when others silenced but die when they try alliance, cause timing will prove reliance is spelling dependent, and it fails when recommended to get your stand apprehended, so seldom, it's rarely mentioned but fairly despised, someone spare me rather than scare me, I stare in my eyes, it was my wish to rise, but from the cycle, I'm no disciple, if wishing for a revival, why do I think suicidal?, for maybe the clue is titled, "denied cause of genocide", my sentence identified, I ruined the sense of mind, why do even tense the time?, a rhyme never infiltrates unless cautious, knowing it's fate, if it even has no escape, less is not what I try to paint, but a saint must be never faint, even on the necks of lovely girls, a pearl cannot mask her hate, though we search in a drastic state, I relate to your sense and cause, we grow in a different frame, but retain age like menopause, may battle, shed blood and scars, apart we still have a heart!, our faces reflect our cases from traces of where we start, my statement may find its placement, detained like it's insane, rejected like it's a segment suspended, I won't complain, possessions can show obsession if stressing for it to fame, your smile that will soon defile, TRUE PAIN.

Wanna be a martyr?, a living legend justifies it's harder to die for what you lived for or lived on, it's a time where we contemplate leaving fore we even see the light cause it wasn't for us to see, let them glorify what the culture never mortifies, leaving vultures in the dark, leaving a mark, to ****, the critics, that never criticized criticism being critical to what's right in their face, respect the effort if you even don't respect the mind behind the mind over matter, shall I insist?, first of all let me give it to em first, first come, first served, first seen, first heard, secondly, the job is done.. putting the feeling within the meaning cause I mean it..and it's proven in a second, every second represents my second time to prove that I was second to none, and my fans second that cause I put my fans first, they're the second to hear it, after I approve it first, and my body of work can catch a body in a heartbeat setting time still cause it wastes time from your life, your life expectancy could grow as the beat goes on cause my work is timeless in a time of apocalypse, the greatest hits in the vaults, if you think you're ready then your fate could be your fault, walking the walk and still talking the ****, that would make you high on life cause the **** is legit.

So those on their death bed better watch out cause I'M COMING TO GET YAH!, I'M COMING TO GET YAH!

Moreover, I chose to be sober to get a little taste of home, what did I miss?, I'm starving, pass the jargin, it's the same.. I guess tradition is to blame, it's infamous but famous can you blame us?, we're superstars!, though priceless we were lifeless, I examined the nicest in a crisis, it's likely that he was the wisest with the widest mind and with the Midas touch, no wonder his heart was gold, when I'm around him, I never fold, I open up, it ain't luck, it's meant to be that we can trump our enemies..not using politics but policies, we operate in polished fashion now the nation wants us guiding them with everlasting flashing, they tend to ask me how to heal, I simply say "whatever happens happens", you know the lessons from our young years, use it throughout the years, we have our get togethers, classic barbecues, classic uncles, classic cousins, it's classic cause we clash views, I refuse!, if only the food-was just a little less stressed, I feel our sauce would prove to be the best, I love y'all, kiss the ones I couldn't see, just a little touch of love, don't overeat.

With that, chip on your shoulder, it's hard to mold you, I see you soldier, we're deranged, engaged pain, the strain scolds you, blood is colder when we look over the boulder we strapped, so when we clap our own caps, we get trapped, was every act its own rap or gaps that happened either by mapping or slacking the use of facts, I'm slapped and almost snapped, harassed but always laughed, my path may stash the cash but blood baths makes that ash, whoop my ***, you last only to get slashed, passed every task, but add math of GOD'S wrath, you grew like grass, I'm clapping cause I'm your only witness, really I'm an actor, my tractor assassinates your business!, within this, it's hard to finish the fitness of a pro that wishes this, replenishing of his innocence, who knows of PHOTOSYNTHESIS??!!!

We pay to live and die for free...

I love being a poet because there's things I done already did that I wouldn't be able to get away with if I was a rapper. I'll let you see what those things are, until then, let's just all get along and continue to praise rap as poetry that is your own interpretation and has you feel some type of way.

The glory days, a story told so many ways, but let me phrase it for beginners in a maze, I'm more than happy just to welcome you within mom & pop shops, barbershops, liquor stores, candyhouse, sugar daddies, we all together in the Sunday Service, it was the one day, we all got along with new purpose, my brother on the block thinks it's beauty on the surface, but he knows goody 2 shoes bad when it's time to walk the walk and rehearse it, he quickly killed my spirit so I ride with my boy, he a real *****, but his tangibles are ****** up, he's trash only treasure to the trash that allows him, to talk ****, you talked back and he lost it, I can't defend you, cause it offends me how you took it first, he's not the first to make excuses, or just to prove a point by pointing out he points the finger at the one who has his hands up, winning our sympathy, made a run for his money, but he just, had his hands out and we said "**** him!", were we a helping hand to his demise?, I'm buried in my hands deeper than he'll ever be, do you feel me?, get a kick out of it as I kick another line, kicking rocks at a crossroads, and soon you'll kick the can, I chose to kick my habit when I lost both legs as a veteran that lost his own mind with the feds, & company.

My software without care quickly turned calcified, it's maximized when it's classified "inhumane",

Do a little something, pleasure sure to expand, I wash my hands to exhaust risk of losses they plan, must understand I'm a man who don't cheat cause of scenery, come take a seat as I teach all their reasons for secrecy, their decency recently was redeeming their place, and everybody at their parties hardly tardy when shaped, appearing laced brought the case of me tracing the spot, had a date but my fate is not complacent with who I brought, dribble in pivotal tracks, but when lacking the fundamentals, I'm just a one coincidental mental with no essentials, with all my pencils breaking cause their aching with no potential, you take advantage, causing damage, rancid is my torrential, despise of the lies in disguise, must trust em not, avoiding from getting appointed, loyal to self employment, appointments anointing mourns, a joint that must get torn, copy the woman's scorn, all their points are not reborn, ain't it a night of my delight, flights, I have to form, sorting through the distortion for the portion I must reform.

Help me count it up while counting down, I'm just the one that says it counts, not guessing the amounts, racking up these tall pretty digits, I stall in a minute, I'm finished, without a doubt, and me within this instance can't even these odds, believing the reason deceives us and teaches to preach when we're off, the wisest if I coin the term, "making money is priceless, I see me rich within the drop of a dime and save my two cents of excuses, no longer a penny pincher, my words are worth them bands", causing some to flinch cause the money bought power, and managed it by working my hours, now top me!, but copy my face- and leave it in your minds, your blind but find you chase me, replacing it maybe and then have your babies off my strength that strengthens the height of my dominance, I'm in this child, let purpose be worthless unless in this game, the value increases if some aren't the same.

Specific and prolific assists with my hieroglyphs, I was making an incision, envisioning an eclipse, never simple though it's pivotal, visits crippled a man, now a sense of hate inhibits exhibits, skits in a scam?, was I ******?, through my knowledge with sketching not ever stretching?, maybe it's my fetching, incepting and now accepting, journeys past these tourneys, sojourning to mold a script, so now behold my grip, that I sold in hieroglyphs.

It can be tragic when the hero is anti but tries to win.

Provide yourself a little break, and come to take on the patience of a man who could lose it all tonight, where every move was calculated, count em all as useless if he uses them to do what he was used to doing, eyes bloodshot red where you could see all his years within the sight of his mind, I find peace in what's disclosed, cause that's what he knows..I find nothing that scares me, challenges the vision but perception won't impair me, I find that he's in blindness, and this is me on steroids, it's stronger than drugs, you see the changes?, before and after entertaining strangers..feeling sorry for the kids cause I wanna be their voice, knowing it's a choice to let them play, and live and let live, I've got a hit-list for ones that didn't get this message- I give em mercy asking "how they want it?", and that was business, cause now I've got another hit, I'll be the hit man..the proof is in the pudding..never do the things you shouldn't, but either way I'm doing what he should've did, we could've been a force, but he would've been scared cause I got enemies of course.

Fortune and fame seems to dominate this culture, got ones spitting game, igniting flames all in this culture, but I always look back at ones who pioneered this culture, must show some respect to the ones that put their heart in this culture, Afeni Shakur gave birth to a son that gave us wisdom, died such a tragic death, it seems his work would all out live him, so I follow his steps and prep the knowledge that I give em, got only one chance to make a change so I can't diss em, May the 2nd was a day where I had to change, got the news you had passed so it is my task to not sound plain, put in hard work and praise the mother that had came, and gave me the pen and all the rules to change this game, I pray to the LORD that you are safe up in his place, no longer face pressure from people plotting cause of race, reunited with your son in a heavenly matrimony case, this honors to you, I just can't wait to see your face, THE MOTHER OF HIP HOP.

My high would say it's a game where you hit this, but if you wish, take a **** and resist risks.

Feed the children of the corn the beef that's for dinner...

Look how my frown thrives, robbing the pureness from my brown eyes, wonder how smiles could soon compile in the down side, I survived!, but hurtful urge will soon defer, direction of my vision that was missing it's perfect purr, and now my sound, was a hissing of spitting rounds, I managed to take cover, saw my brother had hit the ground, a wicked sound, and when I found his frown would thrive, it made me picture prison, no precision in my brown eyes.

I heard of change, but my eyes saw it otherwise...

Getting up is hard work, try to work me hard it's an easy way for me to catch a case..easy money is hard, when you're ******* trying to take it easy because you call it hard, a what you call it?, workaholic didn't want to do my ***** work..he comes to work clean..working for a boss in a ***** business that's cutthroat, corrupt cause it cuts family ties, what a surprise, I work to keep the family close, plus I keep my friends close, but my enemies closer, but I couldn't stand what he stands for, he's an enemy to families, he'll never take my kids, he ever touch my kids, I would touch him too.. and I guarantee he'll never touch my kids again..I would die for my people anytime, but anytime **** hits the fan, it's every man for himself, it's my responsibility to lead us out the dark, it's never been my duty just to keep us out the dark, you're scared of the dark?!, I'm scared too, I was scared being dark cause I'm scared of the light, I only like light skins, tough luck for me, cause every ******* look just like me!...I might be wrong but I know that I'm right thinking I'm wrong but I don't give a ****!, I feel I'm right.

What is humorous is that I never knew what humor is😂😂...

Indulgence with these differences I see, though convulsions brought us bolding and withholding what we plea, just understand the concept of free, it does not exist, may sound like it's just some kind of twist, but you can't resist this, counterfeits slip right into sight, so I was kind of sick coming into light, hype, you might have typed, to ignite my need to pause, expect, no effect, but I sure had known the cause, these flaws involves claws scratching raw laws drawled, they're thick but just depict just how it hit jaws, I saw it and couldn't draw it, so I sure had missed the clause, blow straws that's weak, peak inner freak with applause, it gnawed at bods, bras, won't be the thing they loosen, choosing for those illusions, yeah I got why they were bruising, glee, but me too, something I can't see through, shoo, I'm blind boo, vision has no time to *****.

Logic can never reason the fact I cost the value of life to live, so my moral was to gain before I give, ain't that right?,

For your plans to mold me, you sold me to focused homies, stories that you told me would scold me to fold the phonies, no more sitting lonely, I'm growing and showing consciousness, accomplishments astonish responses that launch my confidence, tolerance is in larger margins, I bargain starving, barging parking spots, target these crooked sergeants departing foreign thoughts that's hot, tutor the newest shooter, the loser is the contributor, cruisers are distributors that fool us using a computer.

From the outside in and inside out.. it was hard to know my whereabouts, live without em?, you only doubt em cause you know they judge your character, what's your favorite facet?.. getting your *** kicked?, harassed or blasted?, living on the streets, addicted to acid?, these masses ask if, being lucid makes you rather stupid or drastically passed out fast.. couldn't take the heat from the kitchen, but ******* to get served cause you got nerve, to show who you are, I'm far from it, so far, don't know where to start, plenty of time for it I guess cause I've wasted countless time to try to be on time in such a timely manner, I'm cursed with this jet lag, this brain fog slows me, people that know me may think I'm calm.. I just react at later times, your temporary shoulder for a cry of relief, so your belief is I'm masculine, I can't argue with that, I feel a little better acting when nobody sees me, so the chip on my shoulder is easy to carry maybe it's ******.. I feel I can come to terms and turn back, to the land of the unknown that's known as living life, cause at this stage I just feel I lack, the battle scars of strife, that makes me tough around the edges, being black, I feel I need to feel it fully, cause at this point I feel that everything can be a bully. INCLUDING MY PEOPLE!, BUT AIN'T WE EQUAL?, OR JUST ANOTHER SEQUAL OF INIQUITY.

At supper time it's a wake up call that it's bed time soon...

They say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off. With overtime I was showing I was superhuman...

A man's plans ******, he scrams as he scribbles, his autobiography automatically, obviously, he knows he's lost, the loss from a curse, even worse this was ever since his birth, momma never seen it, daddy never knew it, plus I'm adding to it.. I should stop should I?, I'll just illustrate it further, I was authorized to do so, no ***** work, it's as clean as it comes, you know it's real as you come and go, the deadliest flow, for the one's that deny.. they wanna know how, well I'll let you know why-we traded places going to the lowest of the low, you know, below these hoes we will be sold, behold free gold is fake, qualities they take make it look as if it's squeaky clean till the freaks come out as green in the night, the light of day coming right away, you will die today, can you hang?, you won't come close, being sneakier than most, specimens of this regime work as if they're down to earth, but they're alien to me, I came to find, they're not one of my kind, just the powers that can be that could see me as blind, have a good time but mind me, as being sober, fit to pass this test as I look over my shoulder, I can't keep it low-key, this ignition gotta know me, I'm the definition of high drive in those streets.

I'm not about to enter in something I can't handle, but at least I can form my creases of sulci to make these rifts- of multi problems understandable, and hand the credit to the most high, most never know why, personal preferences I respect and make a reference to, you are responsible, respect the man, see the promised land promises honestly, the basics to be basically well equipped to hold your own- no emotional dependencies baby just got me stripped in the rawest form possible, probable I'm unstoppable, ready to be installed in the next unsolved mystery obstacle, Imma topple em all, it's the closest I can come to being focused to reaching my magnum opus, polar opposites withdraw from facing withdrawal symptoms, with systematic mess from facing stress, and being separated from knowing their best form of escape, the struggle is real, cause you know you were fake, the soul you can take, from a man that is constantly blind to his mistakes, I pray he awakes.

Ruin the ruins, the red and the blue, living through the rotten core dead and in you, the punishment of running it but missing its sound, only cause it never stuck but seemed to stick around, initial annoyance, through secondary clairvoyance, the third eye pointed it's a poison that was poignant, the metaphor used, said its more abused, only by the ones that lack the insight, choose news towards views that blinds the strained optics, runaway options with topics that brainwashes, optimistic dominance that help to understand, why populist power can be and lie within the man, stand on your own two feet sideways, stuck within a crooked look that took live aid.

Under identity chorus, vocals sings my verses, Notching a deeper tempo, soprano channels planned notes, Inner instrumentals a vent to my dying curses, Quickly expires desires higher than a man's hope, Unifying efforts that's trying to stop from dying, Exit my second depression trying to find a new me, Losing my conspires, these fires won't be defying, Yes the devil isn't my level, said UNIQUELY.

I'd like to focus on your sense of why you like to dream about me, smelled the scent that I had left, though you resent the schemes that doubts me, cross your brothers train of thought, guess you were caught up in my frame, but don't you recognize, you must accept this rep, respect disdains, all the pain you pertained if you really sort of like me, precisely, you entice me, but this ice tween us ain't spicy, it's like we know it bites, but it ain't right for us to mend, the way for this to go is if you hope you can PRETEND.

In these bittersweet times still spitting sweet nothings to these women throwing salt on his wounds from love...

I paint a picture of superior sequencing, mission is the chronological order of us finishing this lifestyle- they give to me and you, but will we all get through, the selective service of the book of life dissed me and missed you, start running for the tissue, it fits you- but not me, but falling to the floor will only judge me as a copy, I write the- poetical, perpetual, textual to destroy the federal, intellectual in my alphabetical, so you know I lecture to let you know where I stand through this concept, my words aren't mine yet, hope I can work my ability cause it's killing me- to not flex my biceps, slice it then dice it to re-sacrifice it, now with this I like it, only to get the strength to revise it, and give a fine deposit.

I got afraid, when I stayed in my mind, through all 4 seasons I had no reasons, but just the rhymes, straying lovers and friends, I noticed no one's in, so gaining sense and soul, must mold myself to pin, down to the building blocks, clock spots to stock, yachts sailing to the dock, brought the flock to stop, one lone grown clone, ****** in a zone, shown, coned as unknown, honed as my own.

Depict a man's position as conflicted if he feels convicted, but do we listen to his fiction if it changed positions, his use of diction hit precision when I saw his vision, so do I question his condition if he feels it's instant?, there's no solidity if misery will pity thee, sinner's hostility will draw inner facility, false innocence embedded left him when his heart had said it, so let his guiltiness unfold if his soul was dreaded.

It's all water under the bridge in which we walk on, we talk on where to go next, holding hands symbolize the mutual respect we have, the do's and dont's that come from I do's, I got you, you got me, it's you and me, happily ever after with laughter that captures memories we'll never truly live once again, oh no!, oh yes!, oh no!, oohhh yes!..in the end it's all smiles and childish games, where all are friends and wild, this is- how we came...never in shame, but learning to walk, we fall many, many times, but we still talk and live on.

Perpetuate the pedestal perception that's perpetual from personal precision per it's presence, my perceptual ability with my persistance spotted them through my peripheral, though it would be difficult to follow through, this hierarchy entirely in spite of me could level down, challenging the one to rather settle it, one and done, only would I revel in this evidence if I was relevant, comfortable embellishing benevolence, I'm selling it to be so elegant as an element of me, it would be a devil in disguise, trying to get up out the game but the game don't lie, eventually the cheat codes exposed my freak mode, once revealed, I was healed so sly...why?, CAUSE THE GAME DON'T LIE!

I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.

Auto-pilot, the speed dial session.. after this I learn to really count my blessings, gotta keep em up, tell me the time and I tell you to take it slow, tired of tempers tempting me with temptation, I'm tense!, clock out?!, a no-go, a no-show no more, non-stop!, this is just my standard of living, forgive me, given I don't want my ***** giving these..please!, my number 1 problem was thinking that I had 99 problems!, taking psychology 101, watched 1,000 ways to die, read 1001 books you must read fore you die and they say not to stress?!, it's 1 step forward and 2 steps back I guess, so because you chose to 1up me, I hate you 2, and we forgot about the 3rd wheel keeping the score, it's day 4 and we're neck and neck.. so finally we take 5, and when the clock struck 6, it's the 7th time..we were 8 hours in on a 9th year ritual, 1 of our 10..habitual ways of going back-and-forth, north-and-south..what the hell is it about?, does it even count?.. does it even make sense?.. and what will our account, amount to?

Were my exit wounds cut too soon?, or was I dreaming, being a free man pass these demons that only made my weekends seeing darkness, boy the starkness- had only brought the hardships now my carcass- is the harshest- image that I had to part quick, now I start this- pretty starship- and head out towards my landing, thus commanding a better standing, so my fears won't be demanding, see me handing an understanding- expansion for this land and so our banding is enhancing an entrance for the trancing individuals that value their visual and living through the exit wound phase that they giving to a criminal, it's seminal know what they feeling too it's peeling through, hearts of men that go through the dealing booth, it's pitiful, but fitting through easily hurting thee now they feeling me, screams for life are weird how they get to me but I'm hearing thee, cries that hurts the eyes from circumcise, they paralyzed and now they die, was it just caused by my, bleak thoughts inside.

21st century, I can't salute, while ******* steady going down, I pray and give a tribute, got a problem with my ways ***** gon and shoot!, too many problems that we face I don't mind taking the boot, half our troops feel the same, we cry for ones who've fallen, disaster waiting for the one's who thinking they steady balling, **** the government!, rebel against takers who stalling, only got one place to go when I hear the Lord calling, 9/11 just repeat itself in these final years, rest in peace to the soldiers who fought and all of my peers, after seeing so much death, I can't no longer have fears, only visions of the heaven's as I hold in my tears.

Check your thesaurus, enjoy the chorus by falsettos, go forward one letter and then you pedal towards the ghettos, blessed with the spiritual, lyrical range of concepts, quick with unkind reps, but my steps define self, though buckled with strange belts that felt as if they just came a loose, remember Juice, it seems a truce to things is never true, so I subdue but risk the chew from the world around me, baritones will sing the songs of what all surrounds me, I travel soundly to Illmatic cause the stories inspire me, entirely, brought into a view of society, that fires me, driven to rip holes in living soul, but I maintain hold cause the cold is bitter froze, fit for whatever's told cause the blows are pretty late, will I return face to the gates that keep me cased, if I dodge base, and the hate of deadly shrooms, that spells doom in the room that's getting groomed, facing an interlude that intrudes to not consume interest in flowers bloomed that resume to bless the noon, forever in the loom of the goons that get me wore, quick to cause sores from adoring the corner stores, It is bleak but you will eat when you just retreat, watch the streets cause it competes with it's fad critique.