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PURITY
- I’m steady but unbound, lost and unfound
- At the cost of a smile I’m exchanging it for a bow
- I’m changing the way I raise up my brows
- To basic and hanging with the same crowds
- Art from my soul seems unfocused none
- But with my own grows I’m on track right now
- I’m currently on a mission to deliver the best worsen
- And stir up the swords that’ll cut through steel nerves
- And use more own power for a greater responsibility
- Merging my ability to speak through lyrically
- See others more clearly by rapping or spiritually
- The fear I have me is becoming to stagnant
- Writing the same concepts, doing the same accents
- Writing down lyrics but always flagging it
- I hope I stay away from the pain of restarting my rap packages
- Maybe it’ll occur but till then that image is a blur
- I’m focused I’m tryna make these words splurge
- And find ears for people that will then shed tears
- Cuz music is therapy and it will be for years
- So let the hook play and clang the bottles, cheers
- I’m expecting purity
- Give me maturity
- Top it off with purity
- Yeah I need the maturity
- Lace it with the purity
- Give the maturity
- I was walking down the street and there stumbled at my feet
- A man named Jermaine and he was just playing
- Dreads swinging from his head and he talked and started sayin
- “You got a cig I smoke, if not then leave mane”
- I said listen, you don’t need all that to be great
- Just sit back at write raps about what you think
- Take your mind of the temporary thangs
- Reinforce your brain and stop playing all these games
- And time goes by and now I’m hearing Jermaine
- Writing songs about loving yourself and about his friend James
- Wondering if that’s the same kid I saved
- From the system where he would’ve puffed til his lungs gave
- Pardon my ego, it’s only my connections
- But if it his him then I wanna be his blessing
- I never want to see him and he not no me
- But if it do come to that then I might be a phony
- I’m expecting purity
- Give me maturity
- Top it off with purity
- Yeah I need the maturity
- Lace it with the purity
- Give the maturity
- The writers have fallen and passed away
- The Last Poets died out and the Watts Prophets have gone astray
- It’s me left and the own that I hold
- Writing things spiritual because it’s my ritual
- And people asking me to write raps for them but no
- Creativity is given, it can’t be learned like wisdom
- Calculate your moves and stay sharp like prisms
- Most of the rappers are now in prison
- Be cuz in their own songs they found them snitchin
- And like that they were drowned back into the system
- A few died off and nobody has risen
- It’s me whose gonna be writing all these conditions
- Nobody helping me with getting messages to children
- Telling them to stay off the streets and don’t let cig smoke fill em
- I can pimp a butterfly but I may be pushing pistons
- Cuz my recognition is depleting and my social awareness is leaving
- My thoughts are fading and my raps sound the same
- They don’t rhyme the used to as well
- I’m overused like selling water to a well
- I’m the man buying fire in hell
- I’m going overboard on my back and feel the shells
- From the gun and beach, my feet stand still
- The bar is so high and I slipped and fell
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