I was so dark. Plus a black man. I called me the Shadow Man.
Stealing goods from others, because mine were in the trash can
But I was no grouch. Hustler, no slouch. All legs- no couch.
I was restless, no VIP to peace for me, just the guest list
I chucked the deuces, cuz truth is, such a nuisance, the proof is
All in the pudding buried down so deep, I drowned King Triton at the bottom of the sea
Then with his trident tried to triple pay me, I had too many layers he couldn’t phase me
But I sabered him…Like ALL Jedi will do to ANY trekkies…
Yes I digress. I was such a mess. Best dressed for likely to be not blessed
The stress was stroking upstream in my life, my will was gettin clowned, was gettin creamed in my mind
But honey how could this be, I was supposed to be oh so divine
Gettin ticked at what my efforts were tockin about, not enough time to do what my mouth was talkin about
… The plug came out of- my bathroom drain.
… My brains just flowed out- Wordsmith- there goes my name.
A prisoner, tweet pound “pow,” lock me up inside this cage
Made a promise to God- If I should ever break out, I’ll detail how on EVERY stage
I’ll spit truth with frequency on EVERY wave, take my candle into EVERY cave
Be a knight amidst these knaves then raise these blinders off these braves
Cuz in the end these Indians are dependent on we in sin
And we just get ’em liquored up, got more problems? I got another cup
But no more, that plane has flown, that ship has sailed, good bye be gone
And woe be un, to any of you nifty shifties who against me I’m like, silly really?
That’s really silly. Beverly Hillbillies trying to assault my throne, gon’
And lost they mind, but I found it. Back down homie, I’m the twilight zone
The pressure pressed me. Out came a diamond. Lyrically shinin. Stuntin when I’m rhymin
It’s kind of- like I’m a whole different me, differential equations but equaling out to me
That was a math pun. I’m a freaking English major, but when you’re one of God’s players you go from manger to Savior
From Hater to Thanker, and yes I know that’s not a word, but I creatively articulate creations burnin tradition with my fir!!
… I had to breath God’s grace. Mother Teresa – be God’s grace.
… Thanks to the Alpha’s 3, internally, I get to see God’s face
Ex the old man, this is the evolution, bring down the babble, holy confusion
Adele aint the only one startin rumors, rumor has it this is a revoLUTION