Deviated

Sitting here writing raps don't even know what my name is

Spitting real shit won't deviate from the fame myth

cause it's starting to feel like a quiz

caused a lot of scarring and what I truly wished

would become stitched but it's broken open

so I spread it apart and insert a token

it's like the third time I've crossed this ocean

this time there's an explosion

a version where I am swallowed

and I walk the path less followed

my heart is hallowed out

and the sprout my mother tried to feed

has became and angry seed

that's singing a plead let me break free

but the rake she used to till has fled

this skin I'm trying to shed but I'm just a speck

a tiny piece of text that will never be read

a head in a crowd of a million

standing under another cloud of a billion

and people like me are a cloning repercussion

our passion is reproducing by the dozens

rappers feeling like their chosen for a reason

but that idea is poison, in itself treason

sending kids to prison cause they think their thugs

I guess they missed some hugs from those they loved

much rather follow the sins of lust, greed, and pride

but the human in all of us has died

letting little things slide still break matrimony of a bride

bunch of phony's been bribed

by the blight of the devil

here I can it explain it from words of a pencil