At the crack of dawn, I've got crack in my palm
Passing it back to brats without an active qualm
Since I was a spawn of birth I was acting wrong
Slapping moms if the breast milk wasn't packed & warm
My naps are long cuz all day my back's to the wall
I'm trapped in a small, unattractive, tacky stall
Extractions of my falls are never enacted at all
I get slapped like a ball, & laughed at if I show passion at all
During the days I hide inside my soul to find my whole
At night when I'm not confined to grow is when I shine the most
The time just floats when I'm rhyming online or at home
My mind is like chrome - shining...defining my throne
I prize my poems cuz when I die they'll never deny my flows
I find hope...and spit twice more phrases than signs hold
As crime grows this nation starts to decline slow
My mind is potent like I had active mines in my dome
I debate the blatant reasons that create revelation
Creating spaces in the brain for people to dwell on patience
Rebelling nations create anger that swells in faces
Placing anger in strangers who'll go to hell for payments
The planet's crazy & filled with parents that abandon babies
The *Man has played me cuz there's no one there prepared to save me
Despair is stained deep in the Earth but the ground stays green
My frame is weak from the pain of people blaming me
So prepare for warfare...all countries together in a torn fear
Just remember that the 1st prediction of destruction was born here