Note 2 Self

Sgt. Pepper on a phone, fix a hole in my heart
Cloudy J when rain taking over his thoughts
Animated to the polar that's opposite
I drop and get by, when I die offer rich
Condolences, the coldest kid
To figure out where the code is hid like ancient African text
Owning his happiness yet I'm sad to admit, my passion is pissed
Ticked off always having regrets
Examine how I cross lines when I fail
Stories untold that unfold behind doors
A rhyme paused and unsung like Suu Kyi
Dumbfucks better include me, 'stead of that 'who he?'
Attitude a rapper do, I'm handing you
Knowledge like my teacher KRS did
Chained to the rhythm in the lesson
So class was a thing that I neglected
Socially, I've barely accepted 'cause people just pretending
But fuck it, I ain't stressing

My razor sharp words do well to pierce hearts
I raise a dark world from hell to fierce art
Dwell and tears work so I gotta get moving
Fell and fear hurt, on the ground I was oozing
With pain like wounds when the stain is fresh
The game is set, the devil's who I play against
If you remain in stress the gain is less
And mind moves in reverse like a train perplexed
Pleasure in peace, the same as sex
Measure degrees when days are wet
I sat, prayed and wept before the strain had went
I never claim regret
I'm rather leaning on crutches that persuade a step
Race the stretch to salvation
Slithering snakes have been in this place that I've waited at
So bitter the taste, its litter and waste but I'll make it that
Which it wasn't for so long, with love we can prolong
The message from above when it goes wrong