"Just vibing on some thoughts, nah mean. I wonder if those around me, those who read me, those who THINK they know me truly understand how blessed fools are that I picked up a quill."
I gave what I gave,
can't give anymore,
don't wanna end up, feet up, hoped up, doped up,
beggin' a nurse, cryin' from bedsores
I once swore
on my life I wouldn't taste anymore tears,
so let me lock-N-load, for years,
I've been prepared to face my fears
The woman who raised me don't really know,
the woman who hazed me is too scared to show,
all that talk 'bout D'ee is a trip when he's sad,
trust and believe I'm much worse when I'm mad
Apologize to my daughter,
I refuse to hug her when I'm cryin',
defuse the anger in me,
Praise God, ain't nobody dyin',
but me, slowly,
cut, print and paste
still can't taste my intensity
HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,
HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,
THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,
BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,
I AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT
Priestess once told me
I was born under a Red Star,
my soul brittle 'cuz it was riddled with scars,
she said 3 angels were so ashamed
they covered their faces with scarves,
I paid her and said, F--CK it, for every soul received,
one soul they discard,
"and that's the way it is, somethings will never change"
I never asked anybody for shyt,
eat a little bit, but never beg for grits,
always searched for a quite spot,
so I could drop some serious spyt,
stand like a man, never ask God why,
first lesson I learned in life,
men are born to die
All the talk back, back track,
brilliant catz not knowing how to act,
still I never slight anybody for what they might lack,
said it before I ain't tryin' to be the best,
real rap though, very few cats can match
the heart that beats in my chest
I know some think it's a smooth line,
don't really believe, everytime I write I slow bleed,
to them I say, May God bless you,
but don't be deceived, let me put it bluntly,
some men you just leave the hell alone,
don't ask, don't tell, no need to spell,
Nigga I'm grown
HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,
HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,
THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,
BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,
I AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT
I'm just a little brotha,
no need to be afraid,
just be prepared to sleep in the bed you made,
never told anybody I was sweet,
shyt, only the Klan be hiding under bed sheets,
my name is D. Greaves, you can peep it at your leisure,
while I operate on script and perfect my procedure
I sit in my seclusion,
but I hear all the freaky tales,
some including me
but I don't drop dymes on who I impale,
some catz got enuf nerve to weigh my worth
on a scale even they don't really trust,
then they scream about not receiving justice,
when who they F--CK is Just Us
Only woman I bow to is sixteen,
she has her mom's beauty,
but she's the product of my cream,
I see she got that Greaves thang,
talk alot but never reveal what's inside,
if a Nigga don't know when it's comin'
shyt, he or she can't hide
Always taught her it's important to have compassion,
but you're a Philly girl
so make sure that it's rationed,
if a dude walks one yard for you,
tell him thank you, but I can buy the other ninety-nine,
can't no man alive dominate a woman
who is brilliant, sexy, suave and fine
HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,
HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,
THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,
BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,
I AIN 'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT