Lost In Translation

By right now I’m asking one of my play/

I’m all day/

A.D.I.D.A/

DA tag his body like John Doe, on his toe.

Where do Jane stay? /

Love it, but I aint saying nothing/

Starving artist, like hungry type- 3 years go/

Call me Deaf kid crossing, no watch where I go/

Dead man walking, not a AMC tv show/

Try to Pidgeon hole the pivot hold, I am on a different road/

Let’s remediate-

Well, where do definitions go?

Got to x and o/

Run the D like Russel Simmons bro/

A penned not to send float/

Encapsulate the pain

And then quote/

Time is a reality of casualty-

Rap game court/

All of sort/

What’s in store/

The season changed you, but was just here before/

Fort mining mine so remember me/

My effigy/

A blank screen dependency/

They aint ever really what they meant to be/

Smoke green so the pain can be pain free/

Aint that easy, but that’s what they try to sell to me/

King of Titans, that’s exciting/

Like Thor stepped to a Viking/

What’s a grown man crying/

It’s a grown man iris/

Leaked from reading through this life thing wring in a papyrus/

I been Anti-everything/

Anti-silent/

Anti-touching views, a bit of anti-Midas/

In this anti-climate/

Need a change, who is hiring/

Battle foes

That’s opposed, you exposed to a eyelid/

Words is blinding/

Verbal sirens/

Study helpless gerbils dying/

In a cage, wheel the stage, mirror you is homework miming/

An sitting on the sideline, you are the assignment/

And I am, what the whole freshman class is missing/

The hottest thing smoking, you just stepped into my kitchen/

Got a lot of new moves, can I make the transition/

4 point stance, glance, knock the Q out of position/

Nice to meet you too-only do, don’t ask permission/

Who were you last year, yea we met that exposition/

Got a laundry list of details, voyage-expedition/

Cuz the red shed for me like a busted transmission/

Body, mind, heart and soul/

Can he make the winning goal? /

Benchmark these bench marks, ghost write for pen sharks/

Yung killing opposition, Yung killing Joan of Arc/

Got to spit what’s on my stomach, and tell that Tale Heart...