I? am the soule poet.
thank god I didn’t know it.
I? can blame him, who wrote it?
me? i’m here to emote it
I? spits what I? spits.
I? dun writ what I? writ.
so damn sit nigga sit!
I? preach the truth, shit!
ring ring the damn phone
nigga just leave it alone
youre in the presence of your company unknown
I? give you five fingers to your dome!
god done be dead, eons ago
the almighty said fuck all y’all I? gotsta blow
got tired of the game and the blame and forsaking the name you know?
look within the deep within look inside and therein catch the feel, ma flow.
some people are just stupid
too many just abuse id
not it, but i? d. the i i? don’t see did
let their ego suppress that bid
for freedom, justice, liberty for all
a load of crock made to make us feel tall
really to keep us small
watch the world burn, crumble, doll
save my? life, nah, cause me? strife
hold it over my? head in front of the future wife
act like you know how it is to be a man to love a girl to live life
fuck you then get outta my? life, get gone before i? get my? knife!
let me down, time and again
always telling me? family’s more important than friends
why you the one disowning me? then
for wanting to start my? own family, when am i? right? when?
its about time, i been tired of this shit
tired and tired again of rubbing this clit
sat too long, taking a sit
been a while since i went out and got lit