Rap 29 Time line

Rap 29 Time line 

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I find I told too many about my timeline. 

And that became my downfall. 

Never share what time you on.

Else, someone decides to make a game out of being your time keeper.

Crooked score people that run your clock down. Ensure you sit around with a frown. They say it’s depression but it’s just a mesmerizing sound that hurts. Controlling every inch of a moment. 

Most people get mad and stone it. I’m just a stone unhinged. Uninteresting to the naked eye. I got a private eye and I see all. And all I see is a bunch of non-committal individuals trying to stroke egos in public. All I wanted was a private life. 

Found the perfect woman for me. But she told me some other woman running around with my last name. She already got fame. What she needs with my last name. 

I’m no lion to be tamed. I’m already submitted to the one that help me maintain. I got peace in my life. Chaos in my environment and I’m still lounging around. 

I don’t want to be an excuse for another colored man to be gunned down. Thought I was black. But Spanish been environmental since birth. Got kicked out of heaven for putting black on my passport. 

I didn’t know I was ethnically cleansed. Tried to find my own people. And just got rejected and screwed over. Picked for someone else who continues to step in when I been in for years over. All I got was a token and a favor for a rank I could never achieve. But I been down since it was soft to be anything less. 

I asked for no paychecks so I got anything less than less stress. They blowing my mind at their leisure. I’m trying to have a fun time. But they too busy sharing me out. 

Treated me bad because I have a soft demeanor. I’m looking through the looking glass and I’m breaking all the roses. I woke up with a cut across my cheek. Who knew life could be so bleak. 

Could get on stage and get the disco to spin. So my rapping days didn’t begin. They they thought I was another uneducated colored man who didn’t pay his way. Just a smooth talker. 

I work off a different currency. Where my word is my bouncy. And I’m still up. And paid him right after. I read an old book, when they done use’en you they throw you down a shaft after beating your head in. 

I was sadden because we all suffer at the bottom of the shaft. I’m still broken boned, bleeden and breathen, 

Crying out at the bottom of the shaft until my last breath. It wasn’t a crab it was a kick from the left. 

I was looking for my heritage found out I was a Native Son, they wanted me to be an Uncle Tom, I ended up being a Bigger Thomas. In the end you ask me if Religion can save you. I found out it conveniently uses your emotions and whips you for experience. 

I was already exercising demons out my life. You just brought them all back. Trying to experiment with ways to fix the relations you broke. If he could find a way to love and recover than maybe my son will love me. 

My judgement is walk away son. If she can do that. She is unworthy of time, energy and effort. Proximity assumed far away from me. 

The only obligation is planting a money tree in your parent’s garage. Unless they sold your childhood stuff. Then obligation over. It’s a blow away when you see your whole grade in someone else’s portfolio.

You never had a home. You had a place under the stairs.