Rap 30 This doctor is lying I’m slim-and-I’m-shadowy

I am not aggressive. 

I am logical

I didn’t screw my own people. 

I was sold into slavery. 

I left because I thought proximity would end the slavery. 

Come to find out I was just remote. 

I was always trying to come back and pay my dues. 

But I just kept being shaken out of the money tree. 

Using my funds to live instead of build. 

And all that I did build just ended up being someone else’s money tree.

They remotely logged in and just followed behind me.

Scary thought. Privacy and Security alluded me.

I have residual anger. Hurt head. Softer back. 

Energy leaking out of me. It’s a pointed sell. It was supposed to be a pull. Not a draw. 

The system is flawed. But the house got good structure. 

I’m pleading my case. 

My whole history erased. 

I’m on good behavior.

Not let out for good behavior.

But out for observable good behavior.

Patterned path for all the children of wrath.

Why you all on my life raft.

Didn’t know this was a war. I would have entered a long time ago. It’s a mind craft. Someone figured out I owned craft. So I got the Nintendo Switch. Order up, Route 66.

Now I got a whooping cough, and no drop to handle the punch line. 

Digital Gold, mind out, so I couldn’t have nothing but a retirement home. 

Ordered out, stepped on the porch and got shot. 

I didn’t even order takeout or delivery. 

When I want food I’ll go to the grocery store. Mind my own business and see what items are on the shelf. 

See what jumps out and in my basket. 

I never wanted to be a rascal. Now I’m trying to wrestle a bear. I’m a short a Reverent, survived an attack. Only scars as proof. But the bullet wound was flash deep. 

Ended up being mission impossible. Thought I was Ethan Hunt. 

Why did I end up in a box. 

Almost 6 feet deep. 

But an Angle held on to me. Something I’ll never forget. Lines of, “if he dies he dies.” Plays in my head.” 

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” I’m ready to go. 

From that moment my stuff was emptied onto the 25 yard parking lot. My heart ran into the street. 

I had no drugs on me. 

Just a lot of prayers to God and songs on me. 

Corporations found on me. 

Now everyone drinking my beverage and my name was on the list of blocks. 

Now I’m coughing up salty rocks. 

Never known for the time I was on. 

Because someone else always inserted in my line. But I been standing inline waiting for my turn.

Harvey Spector, waited for his turn and shot the man in the back. 

Someone waited for their time and shot me in the front. 

I was never the runt of the little. 

Just slow to grow. 

Beat the lion and the dragon and devoured the lamb. It wasn’t Set on a cross. It was set on a tree. I was born with life. 

The biggest trick of the Devil is to make you think you need to become. 

When you already are. 

The white wolf but found out my name wasn’t Snow. 

It’s so easy to change a last name. 

Now every action attribute to the last name. And someone else shows up. 

My first just a different letter of the alphabet. 

I worshiped G-d. just didn’t know I was a front for another. I was deceived. And nightly my middle finger broken. Just to remind me my value is broken. 

It was a stolen Dream. 

From inception. 

Biggie told me to read Word-Up Magazine. It was more than a line. It was direction for the bag. 

My mind was kept from action to consumer. Now my rapping ability is just a rumor. And all my songs and raps are  just a “rumor has it Gal is tapping that ass.” 

“Yeah we are. And she had a brass ring on her knuckle” 

she claim it was just a love tap. 

But the make-up wouldn’t cover the hole in my head. 

They got too good cell reception. 

100% coverage

I’m in the fly zone of 5 G. It’s a force to be reckoned with. I barely crawl out the pit to run every time. The blind mice, listening to wu wu 55 times subliminally. 

It’s a game of focus. 

And they sated pallet fixated on me. Deliciously delectable diabolical dimension to be in. Nothing more than someone else’s reality you get to play in. 

Thus I didn’t know the meaning before I rattled off my timeline. 

Now I’m above walking a tight line. 

It’s a rope, it’s a string. It’s a noose for the man that falls. 

I’m singing a broken hallelujah for the Bathsheba I seen in the virtual garden. Just didn’t know I was forced since birth to be a drag for smokers. 20 years in a packed I didn’t agree to. 

Finally out just to face it all again. 

It wasn’t even my original sin. 

Speaking to the wrong people was. And the Devil crept into the Crypt. Now I’m just a digital currency. 

The only brother I spoke to left me and I didn’t understand. 

Now I have a language not my own. I feel complex and the language is simple. Kept from learning and expressing in my mother tongue. English and reading wasn’t an issue for Willie Lynch. Speaking my mother tongue was. Had more power and creative speech. 

Now i feel basic. And I can’t erase a history forced on me. Certainly can’t bring back the life I built. Now I’m a sack of bones beaten and wilting. No energy to rebuilt what is continually beaten and broken. Nightly sucked out me. 

Sleeping is easy. Waking up is hard. Waking up drained of the energy of my G-d. it’s just a dream state. A state of affairs. “If you talk you gonna get shot.” I tweeted I was “raped.” Felt the world drop out from underneath me. Asked for help. Before sunrise. I was shot. I didn’t learn the lesson. Someone stole my heart again. 

I moved on. They saw an opportunity. And ciezed me because I didn’t want to play in the garden. 

They lied about my faith. And I paid the price. Heavy burden and heavy Laden by uncle Laban. You thought I was being tricky to you. So you played trickery to me. Thought it ironic to laugh at me. Now I see. You always meant me for there or the streets. 

I didn’t deceive me. 

You been deceiving me. 

I dreamed of no labels I was born washed in blood. 

There was no need to baptize me. Just strategic sins placed on me. Psychologically confusing me. Now I see how we are all born into this world. I was already Free. A brother was just jealous of me. Thus an emotion I emptied out of my life. Now I see how it could have motivated me. It’s attractive and tells women you possessive and all women want to be possessed. I just didn’t know it yet. Naturally done. Naturally undone. The moment I couldn’t deliver. You don’t understand what woman will when you don’t stand and deliver. 

So what am I telling you. Robbed of Gospel, Rap, Country, Motown like hits. “It sounds like computer love.” And it’s one of the world’s greatest hits. Released at the same time, billboards top 200, all from the same Hit. And I was hit. Brain kept from hearing the sound and following the beat. I always had a nack for hearing Mozart. Just didn’t realize people had a better nack for spotting him. I should of been sat down at a piano. And for my Keys on. 

But I’m still on fire. And no matter what anyone tells you. I’m still from NY. 

You say I can’t be religious gospel writer, a rapper, or country writer. It messes with your reality. But when I read the Bible. All I seen was G-d’s ability to do it all. So why did you limit my reality and erase my memory. How ever that is done, simply mental fatigue before I sleep. So I don’t remember what I did the day before. 

The transfer from short-term to long-term memory easily disrupted. 

Someone sold someone a bill of someone else’s goods. And now my 700 page heart is in the streets. And even if I pull it together, the logic and emotion and life story already dumped. Now I sound like a dime a dozen. And I don’t have the pack to pack a stadium. 

I just wrote someone else’s music. Brave Heart. Ironically Scared.