the boy aint a poet extend the brain findin words for atonement not excepting yall to say damn a genius wrote it my truth and duty to expose it pain and conviction, I know it give me a minute to show it the kid won't blow it respect the ones who had a disconnect with a world left unchecked who risked they necks for intellect and being judged as a suspect for the their views on how they used a predicate promise never to be indirect feel it in your chest connect morality with a beat that intersects mediocre wordsmith, amateur architect with his own dialect seeing the best in any situation instead of asking about a paper education or filling criterion applications the blind expectations fueled by general populations busllshit observations casting out people who think in aberrations oppoaed to their generation no celebration find ya enlightened space for mediation to find deviation from those expectations honesty is ya foundation for salvation allow me to be your tour guide helping you rid what has vexed the inside curating tracks to free ya mind all the while making peace with time maintain gratitude like Dhali in his prime trips me out what ya find in a rhyme took my world and made it mine serve me up the humble pie stuffed with humilty and a side of brutalities from shit I've seen which led me to this sultry treat to move ya feet with belief to clean ya side of a street use a broom of peace making way for the futures needs this shit ain't make believe manifesting destiny with high fidelity no this ain't a parody call it psychotherapy presenting you a melodic pill use as ya will, presribedg to find a skill for revenge on evil like the bride in Kill Bill nothing less then yourself coming out the shell the past is done nothing left to dwell go and concoct a story to tell