The Start of Something

Started off for the love of things

But to remain your heart'll charge by other means

I abstained from the lure of fame, a weak hit

The secret is love drug of dreams

When you're both the fire and the fuel that you heat with

The brighter the flame the more you'll tire enduring pain

And that's when you burn out, or learn of another source

But of course, external motivation's a cheap trick

What does it all matter if it's less or more the same

Tally up a tour around the sun like a score to gain

The idea of more within itself is sort of strange

Maybe there is, a final summery of what we've come to be

Where sinners become winners absolved of blame

War is the price of peace

I fight to sleep, I could take a life with ease

Conscious rap I might just be polite

Desensitized, traumatic childhood incentivized

Had to get around gate hordes, improvised

Gifted how I learned to break doors enterprise

A shepherd can't be in the shadow of goats

Your favorite rapper is just cattle I will snap at the throat

At the end of Ramadan I slaughter lamb for my kin

That's not a threat just understand I'm not as western as hoped

You from the ends I'm from the edge that's why I'm balanced within

I learned that challenge is a test I write my answers with pen

Smeared pages in the book of my life span

Weaponized emotion Pisces with trident

Took a stab at making life better with mic stands

Collection of my fathers old records some nice jams

A Groove theory experimented at night and

The truth came clearly only fact is I am

Attributes are given by observer's

How I'm seen and how I'm heard is not the reason why I'm working

Why perceive what I am worth by what you need is trying first

To be accepted putting second my belief's a lie that hurts

I've done more than I thought about

Tasted five star fruits of labor and ordered out

Gained confidence in an industry swarmed in doubt

Accomplishments made of experiences void of clout

Only thing left is me living I'm calling out

I'm going off, how to make a million without going soft

Can't appreciate the winnings never knowing loss

To What End
To What End

I don't have enemies just misunderstandings

If you was ever a friend of me, you would understand it

Those dishonest pretending to be

Were harmless and enraged by my empathy

When discovered I wasn't damaged

The truth is seldom cemented, opinions loose, what happens

The story traction, the proof is slipping and people crashing

That type of traffic I circumvented

Never let attraction to a muse deter the mission

I don't even flirt with ideas, my words are action

I'm not the one to listen to for a worthless caption

Quote me when your backs against the wall and the worst could happen

You might not beat the odds but you got to meet the odd

It took time to accept that I'm worthy of admiration

Was brought up in a family not caught up in celebration

No clock within the house to remind me that time was racing

The table staying vacant if baba late than we waiting

Associated patience with bread in need of breaking

With people that I love, when money came didn't change it

My children came and I place it

The knowledge of our ancestors to plan be better

Never in need of saving

To what end