i haven't been rapping for a quick minute but was inspired by the Tupac estate poetry comp, and I cant edit audio for jack shit in this thing but here y'all go don't hate, but ask questions i know my flow messy towards the end im on a work break but, rip 🙏 a legend there's a fair spirit to competition, everybody running against themselves in addition, to the lines of another, attacking mostly attrition, the rules and vision of an artist are limitless, compared to the veil that the czars and princes, of this karma-hidden system carves into our fiction, we read into the victim every article they've worn, every angle that they've leaned against to find them some support, and through that same port of entry we fight these waves and find a shore, to drag ourselves across and find a home in a state of war, Tupac Shakur and the unions of the starved against this looming hoard of systematic voyeurs, find faith in the sword of the pen which we force up in the mind of the listeners, giving them a glimpse of the aches and the blisters, that are faced when a sinner is made through conjecture, through foreworn whispers and shakes off of finger, from a face eating lobster over plates made of crystal, we rise through the treble, the bass, and force a word, so that the land we envision might show itself like Noah's bird, if only these persons who say they love you take action, the celebrity status of a faction leader can never fall under fatal attraction, if the water we bask in never dries through the act of a son, and we pass on the lies that are crafted beyond little puns, then the bullet out a gun would be pointed at lungs, of those who use their tongue to slither up in the mind of the young, telling them their last to a hundred when their second to none, and that their picture of wealth is only possible through hell, equal opportunity divided by the prefectures shells, the casings of the court, and the disregard for health, dead before my time, I never shook his hand, but his spirits risen beyond six feet, so I can feel him like he stands, the lessons which he shared through his lens he kept flared, provided me through the years with a sense of careful compare, that the ones who pay my check invest into new tech, to take position where I stand, drowning me to my neck, and one day this ignorance will come knocking to collect, and I'll be standing without theory to prepare me for the wreck, we need respect, from the corporate corps, we used to be citizens, now we're consumers, indifferent, I need respect, where's your respect,