To write, Don't make a song
This one’s about why I write late at night
When inspiration hits like Tyson’s right
It’s an unlicensed fight between dark an’ light
An’ it’s hard to decide where my honours lie
So I apologize for my harsh replies
My honest lines and my hostile rhymes
but we're living in some hostile times
and it’s hard enough without tryin’a hold back lines
So I try to instil my mind to feel right
by writing rhymes to deal with this life
But this internal knife fight that I hide in plain sight
s pushed to one side as I’m burning daylight
But now in hindsight I know I just might
find the right side to this mask I dislike
An’ expose my dark side in front of a spotlight
an’ blow like a bomb site despite the rock slides
I embrace my diction like an abrasive addiction
From a subtle ache my brain starts itching
Reaching for a cure for this infliction
I write down a rhyme an’ get a quick fix in
And I know I’ll get flack ‘cause I don’t rap
‘bout bling and ho's and strapping gats
Well, if that’s where it’s at, then keep that crap
‘cause I’d much rather be a poet than rap
An’ I know an attack is the way we react
when we feel inadequate about our habitat
So if your life is crap, I won’t be blamed for that
‘Cause you’re the only person that can change the facts
And I don’t write my rhymes ‘cause I wanna get signed
An’ I don’t need a contract to be a one of a kind
‘Cause if life is defined by the pages that bind
The wages we gain from the hours we grind
How is that okay an’ how is that fine?
I’ll refuse to comply and coincide
So I try to release my mind piece by piece
But the words just cease an’ the beat’s deceased
‘Cause that internal beat, that harmonious repeat
That subtle ease to claustrophobic relief
has just shut off, it’s gone lately
I think my heart’s tryin’a push up daises
When it should exist like a fist on a wrist
of an activist raised to resist
I still persist to get outta the gutter
An’ I’ll repeat my scripts like I got a stutter
But I keep dropping the ball like my hands are butter
An’ I shudder at the thought of disappointing my mother