Haters dey always foreign in ya space say that you wack and that you boring in a way so im ignoring what they say cuz I have bigger problems that gon matter more than what they like the skills that I be forging in my shame what im storing in my brain can stop the war inside the states why it's pouring when it rains why the lord is giving praise gonna needa sidekick like a sorcerer and his mage at the border of the pain u kno ur daughters gonna age flip ya mess back on you like a porta potty fortify the change of course ya not me boys despise me hey cuz im getting rich and spittin sick of course you find me strange you not gon judge me only god can judge me stop the judging lots of loving and make sure ya shine fa days rap is like connected to my spine and brain vines of grapes with a mind of stain--less steal no cheats I can find this game is real over came my fears over lanes hit deers time to change my gears before my brain gets smeared cuz the fame is near and I need to be ready intellectually ... they tryina get the best of me but rap is my specialty
Pieces of my Poetry pieces pieces of my poetry x2
If life is everything you make it, then why the picture I painted, is looking tarnished and tainted, its soul.. And pain in every single creation, but choices of bad position got me regreting my placement, whateva, anything that was giving I gotta take it, nude nerves showing all, my feelings are all naked, i, defy the laws of physics with a sentence, applause for those who wit it, good ridence to mental wicked, got scriptures of broken promises, with bottles of pain, living a life of fantasy, its all in my brain, am I to ashamed to obtain the necessary requirements, if so then I start early retirement, god waiting on new souls for hiring, old used souls steady dying expiring, soul rejuvinating lyrics is what I supply em wit, razorblade mind, sharp thoughts have the right to rip, KING JAC'
The black entity, I ask her if she into me. Then my last shred of dignity disperses instantly. Its killin me, softly. Rappers that stay offbeat, cross me and ill show the force gettin dark b. My pen is my penis, put the words together. Swearin u a gangster, you a rat stackin cheddar. Im workin for better, the grimy hoes its like whatever. I have you dreamin and screamin all in a falsetta(falsetto). Measure me the ruler, the 6ft god. Im transimittin my lines like goku and meta cooler. Better buddah, reach enlightenment just take a pull-a(pull of). Shoutin ya head off but standin all in a pool-a(pool of). Your own shit listenin to ya own spit. "Thinkin along "Darius dont even know shit". I'mma tell you like dis, I gotta big right fist. Punch you once and knock out your inner white bitch. How I even write dis and still make the right sense. Im the big dog, when rockin dis mic(mike) vick. I run a tight shift, when cashin the right chips. Not even jesus could write this. Bitch.-Young $ci
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