What I think

It's just me
The rare individual
Trying to keep it spiritual
Writing rhymes everyday and night
So I can remain poetic and lyrical
The worlds gettin darker
And cold so ya better get ya parka
Dreams of being a guiding light for the youth
So I'm in the booth just trying to speak the truth
The controlling forces only see the lute
Couldn't give a f**k about the working man just trying to keep a roof
Over his family's head
Meanwhile forgotten ones suffering from lead
they just want to see my race dead
So they pollute the brains of the innocent
Hopping to lock us up every chance they get