Intro

Who am I? A question Iv asked myself sense I could compile the thoughts to create the question. A question that I yet to manufacture reasonable answer for. I look at my life thus far and see the things that have molded and created the person that stands here before you. A product of not my, but our environment. I am you, a brother of all, not a color or ethnicity but a living being that is here now, yet a pile of dust when my maker chooses to end my journey that I currently share with you. So as I spread my ideas thoughts in hopes to help my brothers and sisters I beg,

Dear god, please forgive me for the sins I’ve committed . The hatred that I'v emitted. Never been this way but on this very day it’s different the world's listnin. Feel the distance of your very existence. But it’s not you it’s me And I’m that one that been, o so different so it seems. That spot light burns when it gleams. My sense of urgency screams inside me, I’ve lied to me and just so over it, that weight thats placed on my shoulder gets, heavier as these days roll over it’s a never ending cycle, why do I fight you? like I don’t like you! I ain’t got the right to, question nothin not a single thing that you’ve done, why do I seem to just run? Away from one to another problem. Looking for help but I’ve already got some and I’m looking for wealth but I don’t need none, it’s an excuse to be the way that we are, people are starvin but I still have me three cars. back when my ex and I were saving in fleet jars. Stacking our change up hoping to change up, an outcome, that was inevitable, playing on a playing field, that wasn’t level able and there’s several times that I wished I would have changed my lines. But it’s done ima never look back, evil desires from evil liars but I shook that, writing in fire, to sign in blood where’s the hook at. Making my way right makin it right never turn left. Never coulda woulda been spittin lines if I woulda been deaf. I’m in depth, In debt from doing it with the new times. So keep ya new times. Giving a new mind, I’m gunna be hitting you with the new lines. In due time gunna be dropping somethin lyrical. Never been a bible thumper but in a way it’s a spiritual. My music and rap, My disease is not curable. No meds to help, no treatment, unbearable. It’s unfair although I’ve givin a lot more towards the end I suppose. To not having no food, no cloths, no house, no hope. Just a pen, a pad, make beats and drop smoke till I croak, all for you to love it I hope and if you don’t, I’m back in the lab to conjuring up a plot to take hold. So it’s out with the old and it’s in with the new, Making my music to sooth but I’m just like you, been up at night like you, stressing life like you. Feelin like ending my life like you, but won’t. I can’t, I have people look up to me with hopes, My stance, never show weakness never show vulnerability when alone. My plan. Gain the following of my family in the masses. Stand by me as we face a time of frantic, hysteria and manic, don’t panic I’m here!!!