Kindness for Weakness

Mist all around, the smokers make clouds

Infect the young lungs, does that make you proud

Out here tryna get attention, someone give him a technical foul

Body him to the ground, surround him the hounds

Hunnid rounds of the lyrical bounds, you out of bounds

Whistle being blown, let’s take this man’s house down

You try to act hard, it’s pathetic in my eyes

Nothing kinetic in ya lines, it’s word salads with rhymes

I’m beginning to visualize the way these rappers act

Thinking their on top but in reality their wack

Indecisive, scatterbrained and trapped

In a delusion where they think we’re against him

We don’t even know you, you a whole clown act

Face the facts, pick up the fax and just rap

This piss poor aggression is to easy to sack

 

I need security for my lyrics, sometimes they get outta line

But you seem to fight demons that are on the inside

The thing is they don’t exist, your schizophrenia is underlined

Your petrified by rappers who don’t even intertwine

With you, your a lie and and feline walking on a thin line

Wanting to push others around, it’s alright you just jaded

Your faded from ideas that other people makin

Your insecure in your blood and don’t try to fake it

You may not make it, your own body is waiting

For the day you slip into a coffin and go down the grave

Listen brother, take a nap before you go out ya lane

 

You make it clear you have strength over others

That selfishness will never help out a brother

Rather it teaches you to go undercover

And be a loner rather then helping out ya mother

You don’t realize the stuff you say

Whether meaning it or not, what you said will stay

Making humanity worse every day and day

When will you see the future doesn’t have your face

Your a water drop to lake, a moth to a flame

I’m here to burn you up before you go extinct

Shut your thoughts up and just think

 

I get pissed when others put themselves on top

You gotta earn that, by others telling you that you hot

Not gaslighting us into something your not

Like tough or nice, your leaving us distraught

This lyrical onslaught gonna cut you into lots

Of pieces, but maybe doing this will help achieve peace

Lay ya body in the street and lay flowers by your feet

“Why you murder him” the answer remains a mystique

I’m the king you a queen, but your a queen to the bees

I’m the king of your soul, I’m renting out your name

Shaking up any thought of ever having fame

Listen, go to bed and get some good game

 

I came to bring truth and I’ll label it a sword

You hate the lesser known, your a one way door

You can’t look back at the man you were before

Maybe your still that man and tired of folks putting you in that assort

This a wake up call, make sure you don’t trip or fall

This a warning not to brawl from the sheer thought of going to win it all

If you were truly on top the show your intelligence

Doing so will help you remain relevant

Amongst the so called lesser kids that’s making you look like a prick

I’m placing these bricks on your house I’ve built

Your remaining in guilt, your whole trust is filth

You ain’t a memory for no one, like you slept with Wilt

Your forgotten the next day, your corpse lays in silk

And you casket lowers, your lifes fulfilled