grievances

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

UP