Mission Control

Sometimes I forget what I’m rapping for

I come off white like Macklemore

Head up in the clouds

Not standing proud

Kinda like Al Gore

 

It’s an allegory

Because my story is sad and gory,

Memento mori, c’est la vie mon ami

Had to be a setup, and all for me to get up

And not let up, even though I’m not yet up

Or really that up at all,

still hitting the net when I ball

A small safety net where I fall

At least in all the memories

I can recall

 

Providently provided

People I have confided

My pain quite confidently

Those who won’t judge when I run and I flee

Cause sometimes I wonder what could it be

Through what lens should I see

 

The,

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path laid before me, or a statutory authority

In charge of matters related to the fate of the majority

Can I appeal to its nature? Am I a priority?

Does it listen to the masses and/or take requests orally?

Does it care about results, or will I be judged morally?

I seek correction cause my sense of direction has degraded horribly

I mostly follow my girl, especially when she acts adorably

But in the grand scheme of things, I’m building my own sonority

 

cause,

 

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I mean, I mean

I’m shaping my dream

And it may seem to my team

A tad bit extreme

To glean a theme

From a trickle or stream

Cause they view it as a ridiculous meme

 

Like, seriously, guys.

 

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I’m on a mission

And superstition isn't what I’m missing

Maybe a breakdown of my own human composition

In addition, the great physician, opposition,

Told me to take down my own inhibition

In recognition of my current life transition

 

Sometimes I forget what I’m rapping for

Before the war, in my inner core

Before, I kept score of every pour

Of milk that hit the floor,

That I wore out my welcome for,

I swore I would be more

 

Sometimes I forget what I’m rapping for

To restore the inner door,

Cause I don’t let people in anymore,

Let them see my inner store

And lounge on my inner shore

And become part of the lore

 

Sometimes I forget what I’m rapping for

To the people who know me

I might appear like Obi-Wan Kenobi

You see if only

I’m more like a Japanese oni

And some of you might call that baloney

 

 

Even if I have to be reaping death

I know that I wanna be the best

Sandwiched between the greatest and the latest

Of our most ambitious quests

I’ll know I'll have made it when stars will be my guest

Peep the cross and peep the crest

 

 

Currently seeking

Coherently keeping

Horridly demons

Out of completing

Whatever they're scheming for me to eat

Like the 1 percent eating baby feet

 

Maybe I might take off

And see the earth like Rachmaninoff

Or lose my career to a bad cough

But at the end of it all

The angel in charge of me

Will feel the weight of my heart

when they carry me away

But my love

I hope that’s here to stay