Purpose

My point of making music, using old abuse
Experience to spin my life to ruse
Ring sound in a needle is
Feudal really, all enjoyment too
Spitting mixed patterns, tryna carve meaning to life
And I find
Answers but also came with rancid thoughts
Tantrum actions, but it was
Rap- a point of view, we all relate to
I know no waves cross pass the universe
So never no goal was broken or torn to fiddle bits
Thinking there's no point in shit
We dust crumbs from a finished spliff
Fuck that expanded thought, this bout
Rounding up a crowd
Even if small, it'll be large soon
Keep it intimate, infinite feeling would be
Knowing every ear has got that
Special hearing to take lead in what I be saying
Life ain't perfect yet, I'm in calm weather before a storm hit
More potential than milliseconds in a million minutes
Let it be infinite shit, it's still brewing
Here, bitch, no switch will trip the flow I'm
Still locked and loaded,
Showing purpose can be accomplished so I'm

Singling myself out, the first flower when spring sprouts
Flying with wings outwards the pen
Containing vents, to duck out in
Pulse hates the new route I'm in
Nerves raise when Rain is settling
But knowing is knowledge not ignorance blaring
So it's no flair when saying
This shot body pins like hair weaving
What's got the words hotter than coffee black beans
Burned in a kettle? Me
If God damns fiends then my presence cracked the fence to bits
So fuck a damn, pissed off I'm only raking pennies in
What's the point of effort then?
To afford a fence around my two floor house
Saying hi to white neighbors
Rather than minorities
Shit, must mean I made it, had to be mean to get attention
At that point, what's the flex then
Possessions mean shit when a chain is all you get
But pussy bitches don't get a lick without courage
You're in no headspace to contest this conscious
So proceed with caution bitch