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.

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.

I admired you through silence and didn't want to be anywhere else. I cursed you out through my words and rushed you to get me to work. I told you that I love you for the first time since marrying you. I chose not to talk to you when you wanted me to and needed me to.

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

Score to pass this forecast that's more fast, plants start to pant, the light's scant for chloroplasts, force they *** to take course, remorse last, energy was source for corpses after they're born in this, like metamorphosis forfeiting, forcing four dwarfs into orphans, what's morphing this from going forth to distortion is extortion from taking vital portions, enforce a smile that is not beguiled, bleak miles in freestyles, speak now?!, off the top of my head that bred the lead that can burst heads, blood on our hands as the curse spreads, the first dead- worked meds that weren't sure- of their state, too late to cure, I deter to defer the blur, inferred its raid thicker, through my slur-I would fade the picture, laid down quicker but my craze just delays the glaze that stays, paraphrase cares depraved, ways waves- to this slave's conscience that's waived, code of conduct is fond of my wrongs abducting a buck for a day, but do I stay in the comfort of my own self?, no!, I steal to appeal to my gloam felt, and asking "What is wealth?".

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.

I watch my back 24/7. The biggest enemy was myself but I keep my enemies closer than my friends.

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

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.

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.

We pay to live and die for free...

The Midas touch I may possess but turning water into wine is my greatest aspiration that trumps any means of charisma I felt I had to flaunt.

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??!!!

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

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.

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...

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

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?,

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 *****.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Is it the man in me or the song she sings that makes me so proud?

Is it the mind of me? Her melody, that makes the sky have no clouds?

I guess it's her, she's beautiful, she's golden like a trophy.

Anyone who heard her voice would cheer, I'm glad she really knows me.

When the world is stuck and worn out and there's nothing left to do,
her voice will shed some light on us bringing joy to me and you.

I never hate but congratulate, her voice sounds never wrong.

I just sit back and lay here..every time she sings her song!

I blurt terse so it stopped in a knick of time- the worthless verse that was dropped as a pickup line, infrequent sequences that tried true blues that cue my prime moves to surprise pride and survive when outside my few.. issues that's misused and pursues none- since I heard about a virtue I searched two bums- for their demeanor, all I found was misdemeanors cause they heave what they disbelieve though it could relieve their prestige, question dreamers, bring the flocks between the knots cause the paradox clocks in fraught- "whether or nots", this letter had sought- the lever, if it's better to tether or never endeavor it's clever cause we stem off its lock.

Follow the leader but never creep any deeper cause he seeks to keep his reaper for ones who peeping to reach his teasers, like wide receivers, I'm only reading the the routes I got, never spit I'm hot in a pit of shock or I'm getting shot, if they drop, you hop, and plot your execution to reach your conclusion that they was losing from too much fusion, have no delusions, illusions of bruising pukes' you're fluted, rigged as you fidget, you dig it?, you live like you disputed, with your bail, compel well, this calls for yah, not just yourself, but all's health, for all lawyers.

A morning in the life of a king, self-proclaimed fame I pursued, fresh food for a refreshed mood, an early riser with these sunny side up eggs, a compliment to chickens who would give chicks value fore they even know it, never blow it or throw them in the trash, one's trash is another man's treasure, a measure of a poor man's appreciation, never preach till you reach what you seek, a false prophet's profits in the so-called rapture he speaks, in his speech was disaster, at least one can master their intentions, conductor of the engine, engineers fear in his motor skills, walking with his head down, sounds how a deer in the headlights talks, but I'm a sly snake that convinces him he really had his head in the right place, notice how he cracks a smile, in a style so sure and as pure as a child's first impression; though he battles apprehension, his attention span spans more than the average man's, a sign of respect, but the elect can ***** fear, challenging his own peers to adhere to his bigger picture, if it's clear to their own triggers, he figures out how to collect figures, but my mission was to mold him in his image, told him if he holds down from scrimmage, he can total up his own game plan, but it's odd how he became..the same man as me, I had to free myself from my freedom speech, impeach myself, he increased his reach, and peaked in wealth.

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.

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

Save us all!, save us all!, save us all!, my glass is filled full yet I'm not yet fulfilled, I hope rainbows help pain goes, I kiss the sky, it's a long kiss goodnight, I see you in my dreams, hope that you catch me when I freefall at my door, the ******* is flooding my mansion where more turns to less, I confess this latchkey is not masterful when I'm unhappy, my happiness right behind tough skin, puffing that dough though it bothers me still, why can't I make it unless it's a thrill, prayers that's laced with my hate, I embrace it and contemplate fate, I'm faded!, run *****, run!, run *****, run!, run *****, run!, run!, breathless from all this violence that was done, blindfolded, back against the wall I see, I struggled to embody me free!, the pity in streets...