Poetry

This is art they say
Have a heart that say
This is the part i play
Lay hands on the sickley
I feel like that God sent me
Cuz i seen sights illa than Ripley
Painstaking
Nah dog got me mistaken
I been him since i awaken
I need clarity
I gift jeweles, y'all need charity
Do what i do isn't it parody, L-O-L
LL doing it well
Mastered, 10 thousand hours How can you tell
Next the, industry wondering Can he sell
I like these odds
Bet on myself, i'm like Steve Jobs
I'm the one with the idea
Put it all together like ikea
Til they look at you like a pioneer
Signature sign here
Habitual line stepper i'm Rick
What the five fingers say to the Crown
I got a grip
Trips round the sun my 35th of Them
Very little has changed still Blocks are getting spun
New monopoly game still blocks We owning none
If i bake the cake i ought to get a Crumb
Yes Lord
Im moving the chess board
Imma king amongst kings and Nothing less Lord
I move pawns
All that bull gotta stretch my Arms like Luke Long
Everyday i here somebody say it's Been too long

I detest being generic
Divine level genes invested in My spirit
The world wanna sample the Best but couldn't clear it
Cuz i remember what i professed They wouldn't hear it
Now they coming around
Now they wanna be down
And even Jesus Christ wasn't Loved in His home town
Imma prophet
And i don't need y'all lining my Pocket
I'm so in tune wit my gift that I'm fittingly philanthropic
I give away jewels like sierra Leone
And in return they don't even Pick up the phone
And when they do i be tryna Sensor my tone
I try to be inclusive but im better Alone
And apparently
Guess i needed some therapy
The subtle ways of crying for Help they wasn't hearing me
Lotta passive aggression
Accountability is the path in Passing depression



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Barden
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