SINCERELY YOURS.
Killers and robbers all become part of us
The blade that I swing hides beneath, the pen is my sheath
I gave it all
Just to be written between the sheets, now listen
It ain't about lust or miscommunication
Rather, self love and rehabilitation
My words scream across nations, lost my joy
But I'm standing to make a ploy like damnation
My condemnation was false love
'Cause I used sex to mask away my flaws
I fell upon, skins and bodies washed my sins
Crossed over different lobbies, drinking used to be a hobby
And bloodied eyes still scream my demise, there I find
This rapping shit my calling, plus a dime
I gave my life for this
Fought through narcissists
Calling myself an activist you don't want a part or act in this
So there it is
I am a King, a Queen, a fucking anthropologist
Vision blurred through all the gin
This writing shit my fucking gym
Went through paper cuts, and loss of blood
Just to show you half ass motherfuckers what's up
And to the woman I loved
I had to let go and let you reach what you want
Missed the starting gun
Went through trial and error but look who I've become
This is life and death, I am a threat, I won't hide beneath a shed
But I am blessed
Meditating one thing I can't forget
Overcame hatred and impatience, I'm craving to be the best
What's less?
A child stuck in the past with the inability to project?
Or a Lord, who treads carefully like it's chess?
My cadence saved me baby, I am One with the trench
One with the stars, aligned with constellations from afar
A fucking photon, I told you more than four times where I belong
Came across cold shores, withered under sun like oolong
Connect the TV you see me, believe me that I am one
And who's the best, if not The Prodigy coming at they neck?
I've changed
Accept love instead of setting ablaze
I've gained wisdom and betrayed my old self, set fire to his cage
I am a Lord
Came from both worlds, just to set astray a ruptured soul
Became one with the Earth, when I die, scatter me with an urn
I am, sincerely yours
The blade that I swing hides beneath, the pen is my sheath
I gave it all
Just to be written between the sheets, now listen
It ain't about lust or miscommunication
Rather, self love and rehabilitation
My words scream across nations, lost my joy
But I'm standing to make a ploy like damnation
My condemnation was false love
'Cause I used sex to mask away my flaws
I fell upon, skins and bodies washed my sins
Crossed over different lobbies, drinking used to be a hobby
And bloodied eyes still scream my demise, there I find
This rapping shit my calling, plus a dime
I gave my life for this
Fought through narcissists
Calling myself an activist you don't want a part or act in this
So there it is
I am a King, a Queen, a fucking anthropologist
Vision blurred through all the gin
This writing shit my fucking gym
Went through paper cuts, and loss of blood
Just to show you half ass motherfuckers what's up
And to the woman I loved
I had to let go and let you reach what you want
Missed the starting gun
Went through trial and error but look who I've become
This is life and death, I am a threat, I won't hide beneath a shed
But I am blessed
Meditating one thing I can't forget
Overcame hatred and impatience, I'm craving to be the best
What's less?
A child stuck in the past with the inability to project?
Or a Lord, who treads carefully like it's chess?
My cadence saved me baby, I am One with the trench
One with the stars, aligned with constellations from afar
A fucking photon, I told you more than four times where I belong
Came across cold shores, withered under sun like oolong
Connect the TV you see me, believe me that I am one
And who's the best, if not The Prodigy coming at they neck?
I've changed
Accept love instead of setting ablaze
I've gained wisdom and betrayed my old self, set fire to his cage
I am a Lord
Came from both worlds, just to set astray a ruptured soul
Became one with the Earth, when I die, scatter me with an urn
I am, sincerely yours
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