I'm just the Peter Parker of reefer sparkers
My lines are my webs and I seek to start you
On a mind trip, basically a brief departure
Not being paid, yet I'm a succeeding author
One of the few left who's proceeding farther
Truth is the truth & me - I dont speak it partial
And if I ever tried, I would succeed to part the
Red sea, splitting waves like a fleet departure
From the status quo & all the weak who barter
I made myself, raised by none, no teacher-father
Shaped by guilt but not to be a preaching martyr
In truth I'm preaching love but I just tweak it harsher
Rhymes of crimes coat my mind like it's teeth with tartar
Youre all lucky I didnt choose to use my genius darker
Many hate I'm meek no longer & think unique like Sartre
New York roads scholar from the streets, I'm smarter
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