SUM 12 LUV '12 (Bonus Track)

Check me out as if I rhyme inside a library
I'm booked up, rhymin's got my time sparing
Blowing purple haze, the wind cries mary
I'm the primary, acknowledge my merits
And when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth
Critique shapes the figure ya worth
This a verse composed by a gift with a curse
And it was pure presented at birth
But I rarely entered church since I've entered this earth
Nowadays the ministers' work is cut out for them
Niggas dying every night, mothers out mourning
Ever-growing thirst to light, with a drought forming
I'm outperforming
Yet without fans, I'm out exploring

I never thought I'd end up in this predicament
Innocent till scents of guilt tickled my senses with
Temptations transformed to tribulations
Indications sent from The Lord, I didn't take them
As that or anymore than a coincidence
I guess a guilty conscious diminishes inner sense
In a sense, the sin of men and women grounds us like cinnamon
And makes us senescent
But ya'll ain't listening, juss waitin to pencil in
Place two cents in it, like you make sense of it
The human race tires me like Michelin
The devil reigns as I quest in the midst of it

Born black, neva been a nigga though
Present principles grow children into criminals
While we do the least
Existing as individuals, we losin we
Now who believes unity introduces peace
The truth'll free but isn't free from illusions, we
Need to see the bigger picture
Like a movie screen
I used to dream so much I'd end up losin sleep
Till I turned dreams to goals I'm soon to reach
I let you see through my eyes, what do ya pupils see
Listen as I teach
I finish with a feat anytime that I compete
I'm complete but not finished, still on my feet
Tryin to heal every weak point inside of me
My achilles heel's the lovesick side of me
So in a world of hate, I'm a rhyme and seek



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Parker
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