I Am…
A man made mental oxymoron.
More on…
Any planet other than what you’re on.
See societies sickness, and I’m tryna get my cure on.
Add the mix to the “melting-pot” tryna get my stir on.
Drive slow cuzzo, cuz I cain’t afford to steer wrong.
My biggest fears are failure and seeing self…
so I ain’t tryna get my mirror on.
From here on…
I’ma keep it movin’, get my gear on.
Then blow blunts of blueberry ‘til I’m near gone.
And you can call me a king, like I’m near pawn.
Not quite acquainted with queen, for now I fear harm.
But it’s all good cuz I’m still on.
Tryna get my raw, hood, and real on.
Cuz I Am…
More me than I thought I could be.
Questionin’, could he…
Get up out the hood be…
Cause all that surround seem to think he should be…
Where they remained…
Unchanged and chained.
But I Am…
The future of history.
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