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Mlk's Way

You see I say things in segments 
or incraments. The word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's
significant

I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless

Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream

I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to 
the top of the game like a juggernaut 
so maybe I better stop

The real lyricist slash spiritualist 
transferred his heart with a dart by 
his cleverness

I pray one day that my philosophy has 
gotta be the truth within the making 
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more 
camaraderie, because right now we are 
stereotyped as a mockery

I sense a pain far more worse than a 
mental illness, so low that a solo artist 
couldn’t fulfill this

Subside from the anger building deep 
within the introverted stranger

Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to 
save us from hating the fact that the 
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?

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Dreams

If every man could think 
on the lines of probabilities
What could probably be our 
future in terms of possibilities

It seem like our dreams are
extreme to most or a lot of 
our enemies but we were
brighter and smarter than
most of the opposing Epiphanies

This jagged edge was set between
a rock and a hard place

Dreams of a Scarface that left
us with a scared face

Our race's dreams decline and 
leave us in a car chase, we have to
stand straight and dedicate our 
lives people post-haste

We was dreaming down the lines
of motor memory lane rejecting
every pain hey remember me pain

Now is it memory lane or is it 
memory change, It don't matter 
cause in the end we'll all feel
bold with a gold Jesus piece chain

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The Soul of a Hustler

Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken 
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching

Feel the heat from the 
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror

A mear image of the error 
we live in the heroin's 
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing

They listen, why? because 
they gotta hear it to bear it.

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The Corner

This beef in the Industrys' in
the streets of the deep. Dead-End
close minded peeps that see what
they seek

Racing through time as it unravels
in a battle they face every week
polluted reasons of peace

Now I know to most people the 
top is hard to reach 

Take a closer look our dynasties 
almost deceased

Wait a sec. what about the Black
Holocaust grief we were trying to 
get free like a dog without a leash

On the corner I brought back what
was needed that was relevant 

The element of surprise to make you 
haters all relish it

I was a virgin to the rap game I came
just for the hell of it 

I know some of these popped cherries 
wish they could turn back Celibate. 

But it's cool because Cats acknowledge 
kids in colleges it don't matter
whether you got in with scholarships

What's important is in the end we can
look back at those accomplishments.

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Sketch

Know that one day my philosophy has 
gotta be a truth within the making
rather than a dream to become my reality.

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Jesus Walks

Now take a trip deep within a 
man's heartless soul who won't 
drop down to his knees and ask
God to console

He always ask what is life? and
what is life worth? he gotta read
the Basic Instructions Before Leaving
this Earth

The problem is we making promises that
we just can't keep, spoken riddles and
rhymes that are sometimes discrete

They've choosen refusing to abide by 
the rules. Why everybody want to hate
us?

They hating cuz I'm making balant
statements to save us from hating 
fact that the righteous suffer...
ain't it complacent?