More Abundance, Less Charity

Got some things that you prob’ly wanna see
Knowing me, you’ll never get the better of ‘em, gee
See, when you can start but don’t finish
Got the heart but within it the blood ain’t pumping proper
Bumps and clots or something I don’t know, shit
Never seem to notice
All the time I waste until it’s wasted, like when snow drips
Season changes, I’m the same, no longer frosted toe tips
Sneaking ‘cross the floor, flipping projects like a house it’s
More abundance, less charity
At present I’m just stocking when I oughta be sharing these
Perfection is clear to me, but not you
Keep tryna find a new due-
Date like I’m waiting on who?
Plate in its place, but no food
Debating if I should do this or that
Sing ‘stead of rap, rhyme bitch with fag
Shit, can’t say that
Scribble out in black, but that’s white
Never been conflicted ‘til the conflict’s in the right
Stories teeter on the edge of never being told
The ones of old share the same toll
Having cranks fold
As long as they know
I tried to make whole of half of the knowledge
Half of my college documented, still releasing those audits
Long after ever after
Featured in the present while debuting in the past of matters
Facts that you ain’t hear ‘cause laughter backing up the tracks
I had to sonically react, but therapy ain’t fun to master
(And so you know this: I am not a rapper, I am a poet!)