It's Me

I'm a snoop prepare the tomb

You afraid?

Outta my mind cuz I'm ruled by a planet

In my feels

It's a bad habit

Super nova status

Seeing through these eyes is like wearing a disguise

Movie moves camera rolling when I hide

Expected to give up and die

But I sit here and lay here hoping for a sign

As I hold back hatred and tears to not cry

It's been a dry spell but I'm still spinning for gold

Itty bitty spells

Itty bitty bowls

And I rise up it's a dog eat dog world

I'm the cook

From the kitchen table to the bedroom

I'm the one waiting impatiently for a soul

My mind waiting for word that I'll come up the most

With a pen and notebook paper writing lines like the ones I used to snort

And smoke up hearing the radio play oldies with Art Laboe

My brother playing video games and playing basketball in a team and at church

He had no clue his sister was doing a show

Voices watching her everywhere she go

I was never a crackhead get it through your head jokers

I'm clean as I write fosho marijuana smokers

I'm up to my head in whoa

Everything new cuz of the fear

In the kitchen I cut it up like I could hold on to the day

Tik tok time runs out when I hold the knife but it's okay

Even though I can kill you and I fear incarceration

Persecution and bias investigations

I'll be in jail like a bobble head collection

My frustration

We all hold back killer instincts

Make a play at your partner, friend, or foe

And it might be otay

You gotta get to thinking if it was fair play

Sometimes I spiral into a loop

A deep hole of darkness where I hold the words

"Was it fair play? Or was I harassing?"

Astute making a pass to grab asses

Now I'm in my feels again

Carry the ball as I dunk on the court

Dribble dribble swallowing my pride

Up now feeling the high

I'm in the field of dreams

Dreaming dreams so much to do

I recognize people and animals is how it goes

Then I move like a spotlight it could be my show

But I feel like the moves are driven by another force

I wake up and expect reality to show me it's teeth

So sharp I'm dead in the count of three

213 is the crew rep

I grew up with back then

I was a follower of Jesus

I made a promise I could not pay

So now what's the price I pay?

Jesus Christ had me believing

I was a squirrel chasing a nutt

RIP Squirrel you were my brother's friend

I see some preparing my tomb like my snoop was done

It ain't

I'm not dead and I'm not only a fool

I'm only dead as laughing at the opportunities that wait for me in the future

My career as a teacher is not in my future

I failed the test once I starting writing for my future

What will I do?

Desperation sets in like a fucking loser

Poor as fuck so what?

I'm ready for the staples

I'm gonna gain fucks when I lose these pounds

Terrible thing ain't it

When you fat as fuck clowns

Pockets gonna get fat too

Corona Virus has me wasting time

Life feels like a crime

Fuck don't worry I will not drive into another lane

Fucking voices spring training me for something I can not decide

It's crazy sickening that this virus has me so inclined

I'm ready to give up but I have unfinished business

Even though the house divided

I make my moves and know I am right

This rap is ME and know I can run up

Don't fear if I say, "What's up?"