Deep in my feels

Up in the a.m

Tryna make work outta the mayhem

A place to exist and be you

Catching a vibe

My father’s room

A nest to rest but still an office

Hours and late, I’m still a novice

African art and many books

A table and fan

To out the jux

This place here is meditation

Surrounded by wealth of information

Ying and a yang

They call balance

Smashed a few dimes

Up

Up in this palace

Not to objectify them in song

But I love women

No right or wrong

Just like weed

Gods creation

Follow Unfollow

New age relation





Over minimal beats

I catch wreck

Using old school slang

Cus what’s next

Nothing new under sun

That’s correct

Everything that live revert back



Magic and Spirituals

up in the booth

ion like how they did Ye for speaking truth

the black voice is owned where is the lie at?

bet Revolt

warn a brother to try that

A singular voice on our own

Ghost busters touch ya when alone

thats why these niggas scare as heck

to rap about more than sex and death

and ya lil chains you exist

I know for long they denied you this

So i don’t blame the artist

its modest where they came from

the pain, the filth

vials that derailed some

so familiar

this long line of servitude

from indentured to endangered reclining dude

love the arc because

its us too

Modern art and ugh

what a breakthrough



House of cards fall

a Babylon play

joker smile, wild

that be all day

padded rooms, tuned

do what i say

costumes, coons

its all cosplay



We must set forth before the dawn

At the devil casted 7 stones

tribals marks on head of bronze

son, we was Rome before the guns, nuns

priest cant teach a folk none

Run, speak and reek of dope huh? dumb

stupid freak of flow

hum sumthin

may they feel it

wretched of the earth

fanning idols on a ceiling

appealing to whom and what

objective is the killing of everything indigenous

positioning they theories

diabolical to the hair follicle

thats why hitler stache is what they rockin (true)

democracy in Greece

peace, we don’t believe in that

the land you gave you took and tryna sell it back

so sinister words of minister



As the judges jail me while alive

Will posterity fail me

When I die

You never know

some things are why

These giant roaches fucking fly