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