Take you to a whole new world just like I’m Aladdin You blowin my mind like I’m the mad hatter Got so much bread on my plate, I call it a platter She say that I’m woke, I say that that’s tragic She ask me why, I don’t make it a habit… To attach myself to that title Get corrupted as the Bible The Woke Mob gets real tribal Grab a phone, metaphorical rifle. Where I see myself…? Way too higher How I see this woman…? A way to inspire Dive in my passion, never get tired Worry bout the Weight of the World, the Way that I’m Wired. Every politician is a liar, In the words of Trump, nigga ‘You’re Fired’. . . . Hol’ up… I’m on a mission The same ambitions No split decisions Watch as I transition No conflictions or contradictions This whole Universe is my jurisdiction. Listen as I spit a verse with some conviction. Ion have to rehearse, but that was fiction Might put a nigga in hearse, if he think I’m slipping. Ion advocate violence, don’t think I’m tripping. Most days I’m drinking tea as I start a-sipping As the sun goes down, I call that intermission. (Sips Tea)