PowWord (ft. Divine)

If they say words are weapons

The Pen carries some certain strengths that certain people can't contain

The Pen is a hurricane, The Pen can turn a pure soul dishonorable

The Pen is all powerful, if misused then painful, if not worthy then unstable

My ability to control is why I'm grateful, I've mastered it and capable to maintain

If a sixteen year old is a master wordsmith, what do I do with the curses?

I am not of service, I haven't served, I was a man concerned

Now a man cursed with the ability to write with power

really think I'm scared of a person behind a screen? This shit just routine

My downfall was never seen, I came back with a lighter and gasoline

A full magazine and a machete, this a warning to all who tempt me

When a real one speaks up they meet silence

The human race just needs guidance, look up to the heavens for a man to guide us

That thought is dangerous, we get no answer so we helpless

What must we do now? Disallow opinions to be changed by corrupt politicians

I have started a new mission and under no condition am I wishin'

Being honest in integrity is an addiction, it's black and white?

I'm just fighting for what's right at the end of the night

no matter your appearance, we all one species running the same race

It's a disgrace how we make progress while standing in place

We make one step forward for every two steps back

our society is slowly dying, if you read the message you'll see the bigger picture

Words formed the scriptures, words form the pictures, words are the source of societal slaughter

 

To all the big talkers, I'm a muzzleloader if they say words are weapons

How come they're not worth a mention, when conversing murder-percentage?

To the verbally neglected into suicide

Compose yourself for the mean-time, see why it's a silent killer but ears are the mode of entry

Or via phone they read these cyberbullying phonies, unreadily,

If the other person can hold a lead piece,

You sure as Hell better hold your tongue and lead the peace if it means being stoic's the remedy

If they say time heals all wounds

They don't realize, too, it takes just as much time for those bad seeds to bloom

I will admit, it eats me alive just to think, of the battles that I don't relent

Feel like Mike Tyson, for people one of the nicest you've met, a ruthless fighter nonetheless

I can't help but wonder who I'd strike at had felt, with what I would write as offense

Tell me, what is the pen mightier than? If I live by it I'll die by it then,

My most prized-possession, the Demon of acquiring respect,

'Cause I'm only passing on what my Momma did to me ..

Would rather it be physically than figuratively whenever she'd go right for my neck,

All the things unrightfully said, I have forgiven knowing her mind had ail-ments, never before knew what being mindlessly ill meant

But I won't forget, my heart has some welts but it's hard for it to wilt when I've learned to flip pain I was afflicted by into strength

Why I should regret, you signed up for this to no victory, so go victimized or vendett'a

I'll neva, let up, every letter is medicine to everyone I've sent of, who's infected and who's inspired by the incentive?

The more you hear something the more you'll believe it, what's on the media this week?

Huh, with great power comes great responsibility and my pen holds the duality of good and evil that we need

Remember to think before you speak, and if you're like me, a wordsmith for the voiceless,

Then annoy with your anointed, things are boiling over inside you to the brink then let off steam,

Empower your words, ink before it leaks!