Maybe Its the Thug In Me

Analyse this, anuva 8 bar phrase.
Tantalised this bruva, we date our days. 
Record the inequality. I'm bored, in poverty.. 
But that has nothin to do with this mans quality. 
In squalor see, in the sense of the material. 
Little did i know, knowledge is imperial. 
Ya can't learn it in college or catch it like a venereal disease. 
Don't ya know I'm totally cereal? This puts my mind at ease! 
Seriously, imperiously. I wish ya could see as clearly as me. 
Delirious lee. Inferior be, all that you is! jeer at us, see?
Men fear what they don't understand. 
My book holds more than 10 commands. 
Got them shook, in the palm of my hand. 
I can feel a hook, i stand as a man. possessed, 
stressed with a lot of confessions. 
Think i told ya i have little possessions. 
Tryin to leave a lasting impression, 
unfortunately has to be done with aggression. 
Atleast be heard and teach ya a lesson. 
But i'm still a student and its the point I'm stressing. 
I been taught this life, is a blessing in disguise. 
Am I guessing a surprise or messing wit you guys? 
Testing for a prize, nah I'm pressing for demise. 
Not of me, but of thee... 
establishment, regal. 
You already heard that the baddest went evil. 
I'll show ya good turned saint cos I'ma do it legal. 
Wonder sometimes if my attempts are feeble. 
Well, these days that seems feasible. 
Its coming to the point of being leavable.
Btw am i being unreasonable?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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