Somehow my mind gets enlightened sittin' in the dark
Notebook on the table, brain is swimming in alcoholic thoughts
I'm drowning in flows, and yet, I float and row with Noah's Ark
Animal. But you can't duplicate my flesh in ventricle parts
I mean where should I start? Life's a drama a mystery
Filled with karma and misery. Propaganda and history
Through this pain Imma make my way to this industry
And never leave (leaf) but just branch out, resemble the winter trees
Looked at my purpose, I think I was placed to serve the people
The Earth is lethal but I'll mislead you from words that's evil
Done so much left in my life I hope I can do right
But now, I'm having a blue night, by a bruised life, like 2 fights
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
So I get back up, try again and walk a lil longer uh
This ain't the yellow brick road but know I'm a wizard at this
Courage and heart, you can sense it in this lyrical shit....

[Verse 2]

Food for thought, this is fried chicken and rolls
Collard greens and yams and a glass of Kool-Aid that's cold.
They say my shit is relaxing, well that's the itis in you holmes
When this meal enters you, know it's homemade cause it'll touch ya soul
With no high blood pressure, don't stress 'bout diabetes
Sweet 16s for the hungry, dummy supply the needy
Put ya hand on my chest, I'm giving you shit that's heart felt
And still keeping it dope as if I supplied the whole cartel
It seems like everyone's a character, no comic con
Squares worshiping the triangle, like you polygons
I'm probably on some other shit, sending transmissions to the
Mothership, plotting how to overthrow this government. But,
That's for another day for now, I'm just rhyming
Reciting and writing. Using this bottle to catch lightning. Uh.
Wisdom and metaphors. Lyrics that could kill em and
Sever four rappers just to knock em off that pedestal.
Oh, and you know I got hella flow

[Verse 3]

But I'm much better than that
I have more class and elegance so I reflect and just laugh
I let the skeptical pass, collect respect and plus cash
I think I'm destined to pass, every contestant that lacks
Some sort of passion, why you rappin' if yo ass ain't serious
You make a track, fuck around they all feel it. But when I make some real
Shit they ain't hearin' it you must be delirious. I put
My muscle, blood, sweat, pain, and every tear in this... Wait.
Think that's the alcohol talkin' shit
Let me sober up and simmer down before I call it quits
They downplay my sound wave when I said I'm a rapper
Judged this book by the cover like they wrote the story and closed the chapter
Doesn't matter if I'm sober dog. Did you get the message?
At the end of the day, my craft, you must respect it.
Anyway. I ain't tryna hear it. I think I'm touched
This whole song I've been talkin' to ya spirit, a little too much...