Psalter

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Prophetic in the method, my reflections like a prism split

The light that hit the tenement, now heaven-sent through penmanship

Im sketching with the elements, my residence is pestilence

But intelligence becomes the medicine, Im wrestling with Testaments

Old and New, the cold'll do what soldiers do when holding truth

The scroll I use to roll the proof, these golden booths, Im molding youth

See, every bars a scar that started from a broken home

a token shown to those who roam where hope is loaned and poets groan

The streets a beast that eats the weak, but I compete unique

I speak in peaks and reach the meek who seek to leap from concretes deep

My grandmothers hands, understand? They ran through lands of contraband

Where man'll damn his brother, fam, for grams and scams, no promised land

But I emerged from dirt and cursed earth, converted hurt to verses first

Rehearsed the worst, then burst through thirst, my worth dispersed in every word

They say the truth'll set you free, but check the fee, regrettably

the debtors see your every plea, so mentally Im weaponry

Philosophically Im King Solomon, the economics of the poverty

The scholars and the prodigies cant swallow whats the prophecy honestly

See, modestly I walk among the monuments these block became

The rocks and flames, the Glocks that claim the names of those who forgot the game

My pops explained the plots the same, your caught between the rock and wave

Moses chose explosive prose, I suppose my flows compose the slaves

That chose to save themselves when dealt a hand that melts like candle wax

The scandal's factual, financial traps with capital that strangles Black

and Brown communities, immunity from unitys the atrocity

Monopoly on property, the properly acknowledged see

That generational curses got us working verses out like surgeons

Searching for a purpose, worth the surface deep assertions certain persons purchase

I construct these epics out of dialectics and the disrespected

Resurrected texts protected by the tongue thats dipped in Neptunes essence

Lessons learned from fires that burned entire empires to return

My ciphers earned, desires churned, im tired of watching liars turn

So now Im orchestrating symphonies in synagogues and mosques alike

The cost of lifes the loss you write when bosses strike and cross your sight

I floss with Christ and Job combined, my Gods design through odds I climb

The blocks I rhyme unlock the mind, these Glocks and nines, they stop the time

But I keep moving, proving that improvements in the students vision

The choosing prisons or pursuing wisdom, stupids given, truth is risen

Risen from the ashes where the masses pass through fascist tactics

Caskets stacking, plastic packaging our souls like we disposable

The closest to the Holy Ghost, Im coating coasts with boasts thats factual

Immaculate conception when my weapons just inflection and projection

Every sentence is a lesson in a blessing and a questions intersection

Im Langston Hughes when my blues confuse the news they use

The truths abused, but youth'll choose to lose these screws and fuse new views

So when they write my legacy, I hope its said he mentally

was weaponry and heavily invested in the recipe of setting free