Omen

My mind told a story that I didn’t belong
Repeated it like a song
Til it didn’t feel wrong
To play small
And passive
glass ceiling
got smashed
Soon as I was aware of it
Shout out to my parents
Made me feel proud of my heritage
Rest in peace
Uncle Mark
Was working at Meryll Lynn
Drove me round to see Garnett hooping at Farragut
Alley oop to Ronnie Fields
Had me out of character
Past times on rewind
I honor and cherish it
Writers block felt embarrassing
Had me choosing words
Like a n***a choosing surrogates
I was losing courage
playing victim temporarily
It didn’t occur to me
Might’ve needed therapy
Scared to ask for help
It make me feel like im a charity
Y’all aint really hearing me
Its way more than fear in me
witnessing these n***as turning rap into a parody
What’s the last classic you heard
asking for clarity?
Born with a passion for words
I’m tryna capture the blur
My mind sees
When they cap unnecessarily
I got sincerity, and through all of my hilarity
I somehow made it to prosperity
I turned my demons to a massacre
A killing scene
Don’t take a rap genius to see
What my lyrics mean
Some n***as wanna challenge you
To listen to a puzzle
Some n***as wanna brag
Seeing if you match the hustle
My mission is to reach you
Get connected on a level
That shifts your soul
Somewhere special
Closer to the God inside of your vessel
Sometimes Hyde
Sometimes I’m more Jekyll
Sometimes fly
Sometimes I’m more ghetto
My pen scribes to bring light for your shadows