Saturday, January 30, 2010

Motivate Myself

I needed this...

When I was sleepin on the train,
sleepin on Meserole Ave out in the rain
without even a single slice of pizza to my name
too proud to beg for change mastering the pain
when new york niggas were calling southern rappers lame,
but then jacking our slang
I used to get dizzy spells
and hear a little ring
the voice of a Angel
telling me my name
telling me that one day imma be a great man
transforming with the Megatron Don spittin out flames,
Eatin wack rappers alive shittin out chains.
I ain't believe it then.
Nigga I was homeless
Fightin, shootin dice, smokin weed on the corners
tryna find the meaning of life in a corona
till the 5 percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him:
"you either build or destroy. Where you come from?"
"The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum"
"Hmmm... its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
and how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru."

Question14 - Muslim Lesson 2: Dip Diver, Civilize a 85er.
I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father.

You rockin with the True and Living
shot out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens,
shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond.
While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians
I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker.
6 mile, 7 mile, Hartwell, Gratiot: Where niggas really would pack a uhaul truck up,
put the high beams on, drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop out the back like "what's up!",
kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up.
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya.
You sound real good and you play the part well,
but the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar.

I don't feel ya...

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