Hey yo I got no reason to rhyme this treason of mine This season of time I’m dustin off the crusted top Fo carin, sharin, starin A busted flop My tone flat Monotonous Can’t sing worth crap Unharmonious This fool sound like he be readin But here I be bleedin So how the hell else Should I be pleadin For the folks we see ‘n Who so badly need it Who so defeated By just not being se-en They be feelin beaten Maybe we should meet them Feed them Fo these the people on the street waitin, prayin, fo a seat At the table it unstable Cuz we unable to move our feet To beat the repeat discreet Message sayin we be meat So you wonder what the hell This Red Headed Step Child Tryin to tell I don’t know Fo this heavy flow Ready, Set, Go A world of verbs and words A-flowing Not knowin I’m comin-goin Fo this showin Fo findin flowin That grab us lyrically To alter reality Halter malady Calamity A sad rap Of duality This my own reality The sayin I’m sprayin Feelin it forced and rough Ain’t killin it spillin it Unrehearsed stuff But I’m feelin it It could be worse So shut the fuck up I’m rhymin this time To feel pain & love This place in this space Where we gotta let go And let love flow But some times the rhymes Reflect the times Like arms in binds We lose our minds I’m just tryin to make A difference to break A reference Shake Interference It’s appearance Of disappearance In a trance Of unworthiness Where words eat fists A soul resists The whole dismissed Where people feel Disempowered They ain’t cowards Tryin the best they can Just to understand A system that missed them And twist them with venom From Heaven That say they own Visions are Just delusions Where a Daywalker Sin the Great Pacin back-forth ‘Gainst the hate That celebrate A mental state That sees the trees Don’t underestimate The complications Of a system Of oppression A session of depression Keepin a brutha Up real late With words and actions That have their hold Deplete distractions I only feel a fraction And still I try to rap shit So just strap in I’m just here to hear The stories and take some action Let’s open our eyes And not just attack shit . So you worry that this story Don’t make sense Why this white boy Sound so tense? I’m just sturrin all the blurin Of yearnin, slurrin It’s time to get up Not time to turn in Fo all the burnin, learnin We unfurlin To change the times Rearrange with rhymes To change some minds We be lookin fo A curin To open snowed in Frozen yearnin It not too late It not too early To clearly carry All words in a hurry This ain’t nearly The end my dearly We trying to Open coffins That they try to bury. Image: https://www.pinterest.com/amp/taher3lwa/brainstorming-surrealism/