Untitled Song

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This ain’t rap, it a suture through your third eye,

The revolution 'bout to be televised

you picked the right time, but the wrong guy.

 

 

( verse 1 )

I deserve it all, keep these leeches away from me

Cut from a cloth where the pain never came for free

Bled through the page, now they frame it and pray to me

Still got the spark, I ignite it so shamelessly

Born where the karma would aim at me faithfully

They hate on me, can't relate to me

Breakin' the chains, they wait and see

Every canvas I kill, it's just paint to me

Every soul that I touch got a place with me

Spoke from the soul, that important, better stay away from me

Life had me boxed like a portion, now it's texture and shade to me

Never conformed, I was formed in distortion

Was born for the torch, not a chorus

I bled for the truth, they afraid of me blatantly

Still got the ghosts that parade with me hatefully

So away from me, if you ain't meant for war

Don't play with me, I'm the pen, not the metaphor

Had dreams that were dead on the corridor

Now I spit from the gut like a carnivore