The voice in my head keeps talking
Guiding my artistry though I reap nothing
Makes me insomniac, I’m never sleep walking
Will only stay still when I’m in a deep coffin
But then keep making moves via poetry
Written on tablet like the oldest applied geometry
Scripts we pen be real, not some fake it till you make it
Didn’t reinvent the wheel, just asked Jesus to take it
Nah! God takes the wheel, He’s at thе forefront
Jesus at the right hand of thе Father, riding shotgun
I embodied my whole drive
I ain’t seated next to Slash, I’m a god in my own right
Write rhythms with the rhymes leading
Mav listen when his mind speaking
Sharp minds still cutting corners
You homeschooled with Five Mics in Roth B quarters
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