Where eva’ you from, whateva’ you done
You could really flip the script son, old or young …
Stand in the mirror, face ya’ self
Mask off, sledgehammer, just break ya’ self
Take them broken pieces — remake ya’ self
A lotta bro’s on the shelf, don’t play ya’ self
Keep ten toes deep up in the transformation
Stay a mental slave — or you could save ya’ self
Like straight drown a wishin’ well, face first I fell
No rope, no ladder — oh well …
Sell me whateva’ dreams these drones project
Clone me, METAversally a throne — protect me
Like a King, rhyme fiend, I see it in color
Rule book’s black ’n’ white — but life’s gray, no wonder
These summers stay covered up by fallen leaves
Metaphorically my allegories bleed
Low key needs every year lost given back to me
Bold — two-fold, turn a tragedy …
Into a fool’s gold teachable moment — real talk
Might could, escalate, top floor, moonwalk
To da’ edge a da’ world, now my vision 360
Ghostwrite if the straightjacket fit me right
Might seem, kinda 5150, psych!
Swan dive into the asphalt — ask me like …
“Should I really care what you think of me? Like poor me?”
Pour some more a’ me — drink, what the taste be like?
I see right through every so-called facade
On God, let there be light …
