Younger version of Michael Dyson, Malcolm X's Cousin, Langston Hughes nephew, Martin's student, Mya's Angelou's son, Coretta admirer, Clinton's ally, Bush's critic, my mommas only, my father's III, my friends support, marketing genius, spoken word on level 1000000, intelligent, honest, trustworthy, passionate, cocky and unapologetic about it, handsome, mentally stimulating for hours on end, always questionning, ready to learn something new, INTIGUE's Creator, Pastor Crute's powerpoint maker:), the future, the past, Kanye's classmate that graduated, Commons cousin, owner of the Original steel Optimus Prime, X-Man collector, Chapelle's favorite poet, way hotter metaphors than Luda, GaryIn born and bred, God fearing, Halle's phone buddy, blue like ice cubes but cooler, still love Jordans, still love peanut butter and jelly, got 401k, got 1 new client, got 1 job and 3 side hustles so i got 4, kool-aid addict, future PhD, BS now, Masters soon, silly than a mugh, dont call me yo Nigga, confrontational if need be, praying at 7 err morning, saving off err check, popular, late but working on being 20min early, up too late writing this, middle name LeVar, Joseph Lawry's grandson, God's tool, 3.3 in business school without trying (im lying), did i say honest?, nation builder, read every major black literary contribution in the last 200 years, challenged my professors, hated my summers, loved every girl, treated some wrong, grown from it all, evolving, teaching, and sooooooooooo much more.
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My confidence is higher than sky scrapers/ so people wanna make me lower/ God is perfection itself/ and Lord you know what i mean when i say "im near perfect".....I just wanna grow closer/ but they drag my name through the flames/ even my closest dont understand/ so maybe u gave me poetry as a gift so the blood can pour from my hand/ just like yours on that day they set you/ said u were nothing..and even so call followers stood back and let you/ as they pierced yo side and ruptured your spleen/ and i know i gotta a long way to go cuz if i saw it..i wouldve got revenge for u and been twice as mean/ but your ways teach me patience/ your words fill my needs.....
you lame homie/ yo wings dont take flight/ you staying up late night trying to poke girls on their facebook site/ she aint trying to holla man/ and you all in her face/ how'd you get AIDS from fingering some chick named Keys on myspace
im scared to hear her sleeping/ her breathing starts and stops/ blood pressure flow gets low/ and at times it often drops/ doctors cant find a reason/ preachers would call it a season/ fried food steals her love/ and i feel like shes cheating/ she cant really love me/ cuz shed treat herself much better/ know when and if she leaves me/ ill have to fight this weather/ and do it by myself
the hardest gang is the government/ look at the drugs we pitch/ and we all know who the real killer is/ but whose gonna snitch?/ Iraq is the new field/ so boys still getting lynched/ we hear 50% of prison is black men/ but we dont flinch/ the media makes it seem so normal/ cuz the hate is so formal
I know this girl names Mercedes whose faith was dented/ you could tell her boyfriend used to beat her up/ cuz she rolled around campus with her face all tinted/ she tried her best to end it/ but she just couldnt stop pain/ he'd say,"baby im soo sorry" and get her gassed up like octane/ she loved to cruise with fake ballers/ for the attention of an athlete shed thrive!!/ went to Spellman & dropped after 2 years/ they use to always say "Mercedes you dont seem to have no drive".....
hear with yo mind/ cuz politicians talk real slick/ we kiss other countries with hatred/ why u think aka-47 shells look like tubes of lipstick?
she was so cold.. I just wanted to wind chill with her/even the cocky brothers were falling/ she had green eyes and her skin tone was deep like autumn
So as we stand there you approached/ yeah we laughed and u joked/ telling me the reason the heated message got sent/ I guess intent was to expose/ I see right through you plastic dudes/ you think all girls are hoes..theyre not/ and these lines just told you/ when it comes to me and u on campuslets be real/ most girls dont even know you/ this is useless/ im tired of people offending me and then sending me lame excuses/ I cant stop seeds of hate from growing/ so I spit into the clouds so my poetical reign will keep pouring/ one day this animosity could lead to my untimely death/ pic my moms crying cuz her son is dying/ so she has no shine left/ im just glad we graduatingboth leaving real soon/ yo soft like a flower/ and at Apollo yo hatred was in full Bloom
dont ask me nothing about my flame/ only thing my father ever shared with me was his name/ gave it to me like old clothes/ but too lazy to teach me the game like old pros/ so I made the journey solo/ with certain women being a no no/ No jail, No drugs, No kids... Im cool/ I just took notes from his life and did the opposite/ so unorthodox was my school
i think God used to look down at me/ I wonder if he might smile/ i was treating girls like trash/ so i threw away all my condomns trying to get rid of my LIFESTYLE
Im looking for the girl that wants to march with me/ cool like a breeze in the park with me/ and if other gets jealous/ she dont hold a vendetta/ shes strong, black, and loyal...so i call her my Coretta
she almost died from what the dr.'s started telling her/ she contracted a rare form of cancer thats moving through her body like Sprint...slowly breaking down her cellular
Im trying to take you dinner and listen to some old school music/ he wants to call you his winner and get you to slide down some pole music/ you can have these actors/ stop fronting saying you want a good man..just talk to me backwards
her father didnt like me/ he could see inside/ her mother had a sixth sense/ she knew about the times this girl had cried/ I bet she could read right through me..like i was walking fiction/ she made lunch and asked if I liked cold turkey/ im like yeah....yo daughters my addiction
She makes me understand real womanhood/ cuz we have passionate conversations all night/ her complexion is similiar to Beyonce's/ but shes way more bright/ And she's gotta a thing for fashion/ she wear her heart on her sleeve for her people shes got so much passion/ sassy like a young rosa parks..naw..she dont believe in begging and asking/ she strong
she sat there in church with new clothes on/ but inside she was'nt changing/ she was treating brothers worse than the klan/ she'd get yo emotions all tied up/ and then just leave you hanging
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