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    CAN U HEAR ME!!!!!!!

    Cut my arm so I can bleed man. This joint is from my soul. A soul that ain't for sale at any price.

     

    You think ya' know me but you won't,

    I got my mind ram, etched in Sudanese sand,

    you wanna cross it?  for your safety please don't,

    who was there to see my flow,

    grow in the ghetto, excuse me if I misplaced my halo,

    for three decades I've been too busy dodging hallows,

    so what's your point,

    many have tried to spiritually smoke me,

    but I don't mess with the rotation.

    puff, puff give, still I live, passing joints,

    on every man's borderland, understand

    there are checkpoints,

    I didn't ask you to anoint me, sorry,

    if I disapppoint, but while you was scribblin' lyrical needlepoint,

    I was being held at gunpoint, so from my viewpoint,

    some drama don't make sense, hatred was a vice but now my anger is spent,

    may the spirits bless your travels, I pray you don't unravel,

    could you please remove your shoes, when entering my groove,

    you see, I gotta repent,

    I'm on parole from hell, I was released early by God

    due to time spent

     

    I've cried so many tears

    the salt water from my tear ducts,

    could fill an aqueduct,

    but I know in the North Philly wastelands good men get cut down abrupt,

    before they have the opportunity,

    to halt the mutiny of Mandingo offspring,

    in West Philly they shootin' with impunity,

    my mother still lives there, so with all due respect be aware,

    that I don't scare easy,

    like I said I'm on parole,

    tryin' to recapture my soul, the devil stole when I was actin' greasy,

    some men rely on jizm, some need a baptism, from my prism,

    you ain't a prison, I ain't a prisoner, so you can't release me

     

    I do this hawk fist to get away from my reality,

    with so  many, busy bodies, in the colony, actin' like they need lobotomies,

    can't tell phony from homey, brothers from brotha keepers,

    soul seekers from grim reapers, suicide leapers from street sweepers,

    so when I saw my escape quickly becomin' another plate of drama,

    I chilled and called Obama, he said listen to your momma,

    and I did,

     she said, "Son, for forty plus years you lived to die,

    now die to live

     

    GOD CAN U HEAR ME,

    SO MANY TRYIN' TO STEAL ME,

    ONLY YOU CAN HEAL ME,

    MY FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS,

    NOW SEAL ME

     

    Death to me is a pleasant place,

    but I know I gotta survive for my daughter,

    my family, and be an example to the African race,

    that distaste, can't erase, the trace,

    of DeeN-a in my Bajan face,

    yeah, I come from dysfunction,

    so tell me somethin' I don't know,

    first words I learned, after my soul got burned,

    was my daddy callin' my angelic momma a ho',

    saw my momma take enough, get gruff,

    and chase pops down the street, holdin' a cleaver like he was meat,

    dude was screamin' like a white gurl in a scary movie

    runnin' butt nekked,

    so when I say nothing can embarrass me you got no choice but to respect it,

    and that was just on the INSIDE, can I ride unrehearsed,

    kool, segue into the next verse

     

    Inside made me evil, outside forced me to believe in evil,

    b'cuz I saw catz holdin' bible's get blasted,

    saw drama get handcrafted, Sunday morning placid,

    Monday heard mourning while my man's skin got grafted,

    so he could look like a man-I-can in a casket,

    so, with all due respect, close your ears God,

    take that SH-T you throwin my way, and toss it into a wastebasket,

    b'cuz Brotha D'ee ain't havin' it,

    DON'T MAKE ME RISE UP,

    enough is enough,

     please I beg you go home where it's safe to stay,

    the devil is tryin' to block my way, so I gotta pray,

    yeah, I mos def have sinned, but so have you, how it do?

     

    Yo Tonya, I didn't realize it would be this hard,

    now I've accepted the Spirit  I gotta be more on guard,

    against people tryin' to crap in my front yard,

    I'm seeing grown men actin' like they a brain phallus,

    with a short suplly of Cialis,

    they can't rise up, to prize up, sis, what's up?

    I'm seein' women bendin' my words like Avatars',

    straight air benders,

     but I ain't never requested nothing for services rendered,

    so I'm just gonna return they letters to sender,

    Real rap, I couldn't write another word,

    and STILL my vibe will be heard in the Motherland,

    b'cuz I got JUSTICE ova there, people do you understand,

    I brought it with everything I have,

    never cut short a performance, or hit abort,

    when another artist was droppin' fiya,

    it ain't my desire

     to rise higher than my spiritual equation,

    but I ain't a controller, and you ain't got the right stuff to Play with my Station,

    game ova',  sorry you lost,

    now leave me alone, while I roam

    the STATIONS OF THE CROSS

     

    GOD CAN U HEAR ME,

    SO MANY TRYIN' TO STEAL ME,

    ONLY U CAN HEAL ME,

    MY FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS,

    NOW SEAL ME

     

    Death before dishonoring God. Y'all thought they was just words?

    People don't be adsurd.

     

    • 19 October 2011
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