the missions grimace calculate the
infinite digits squint at the vectored
image and witness your shattered
existence coach still of an ak-47
strapped to the back of an adolescent he
just down his life story but he never
gets past the preface you see there’s no
food for thought on that silver spoon
you’re being fed by foreign cars were no
for lost souls beneath the treads they
tell me I’m irrational but are my fears
are rational I got my eyes cross my T’s
and I still don’t see any capital but
wait if money is fuel to the fire and
means for desire then we got it all
wrong I’m still constricted by chains in
a wit but the difference is now we sing
it in songs
see I’m viciously ripping out your inner
beauty to leave you hollow but the cycle
of destruction it goes as follows the
media has the money so they control the
people telling them they’re less than
nothing and that they’ll never be equal
so I guess fix your face up and turn the
page on that magazine while blood spills
in the margins with a profit off your
tragedies see I never saw myself as a
martyr tricking myself into thinking
that I can’t work harder see twice is
how much more we have to work but I only
see half cuz that’s what they tell me
you need to work twice as hard as them
to get half of what they have but they
who are they see greed takes hold of
people tricking them into thinking that
money will garner some kind of new
position a step or two up on the
socio-economic ladder the ladder
separating the strong from the weak the
rich from the poor us from them
I never saw myself as a martyr because I
stand here a queer woman of color
telling you that I never saw a
difference between us and them it wasn’t
until recently that I found my place in
this world
see I’m vulnerable enough to bare my
soul but I’m strong enough to protect my
heart cuz there’s a few eggnogs that
said I would never make it said I won’t
sign a deal and so I act like a lady you
said in another track where I talk about
the haters cuz if I hate the gang why
would I talk about the players instead I
think the advocates the underlying
sector there honestly is scripted like
award-winning actors so quit the acting
stand behind your actions or I’ll divide
your statements like elementary
fractions true I’ll sift through the
lies until I come across the truth I
leave blood sweat and tears all over
this booth your fear of someone
different should not make you a bigot
the same god you serve gave me this life
to live it
fossil tea in tandem with the fraudulent
that’s causing that you fit the mold
they’ll hand out deals like Sunday
service offering but while you’re
telling lies stuttering and faltering
I’ll just put my soap box right here
with us Ultra is she the street that I
placed that soap box on with the first
street that taught me that cash should
rule everything around me because first
you get the money then you get the power
and after you get the power then people
will respect you but maybe that isn’t it
I don’t know maybe you have to be able
to get respect another way what is it to
be your life and not simply exist what
is it to push the striving dregs from
this abyss if some led to the Wishing
Well to drink and I set fire to the rain
well if I didn’t turn to ashes from
which I will rise again will I stand the
test of time with these tick-tock I sit
on the dock of the bay can’t wait for a
shot but we live in a world where the
only honours in the dollar now I feel
compelled to pose a question to our
forefathers did you envision your
mission coming down to a split decision
stifled by the business relying on the
prison you can wave your white flag
that’s covered in white lies and deny
her demise rubber man in the bad guy I
am too inquisitive to live in a world
without truth well Old Man River let me
swim in that fountain of youth this
locomotive in my dome is causing
commotion in this moment I’ve broken
open the flow and I’m focused focus is
what I was missing when I sat down to
think about being an influence to women
to brown women to queer brown women and
hit me I didn’t want to be a martyr not
because I didn’t see myself as someone
whose opinions weren’t strong enough to
do so I just wanted
do it in my own way I just wanted to
meet me so much more than I wanted to be
who they wanted me to be the saga begins
with the ending unwritten unscripted yet
chiseled in stone cold and unknown to
the world as more than a heathen
fire-breathing as this here drags on see
this is my song composed of words from
the wicked while sinners find charm in
my tone and that’s word to my moms
cautious my monsters of lurking the
trees they hang us from I’m perched in
gotta open my eyes gets the I gotta open
my eyes the bird’s-eye view too often
seen through my third eye bleeding
through these words I wish that I can
turn time I’m missing Mama’s voice but
it’s been a minute since she’s heard of
mine see they just want to bury me bury
me bury me without getting dirt on a
boots but I’m strapped with a vision in
the melody I’m ready for war I’m taking
aim and I shoot blah I just wanted to be
that kid from New Jersey who struggled
love lost succeeded and felt the problem
is there wasn’t a name for that at least
not one that I wanted to stand behind
see the gift and misfits is a concept
that was created by myself
Sean Shakespeare and Jamar X we would
later be known as table for three we
created a concept within a song that
became so much bigger than us if the
anthem for the gifted misfit lifted on
greenhouse prescriptions live in the
vision
it’s the anthem for the gifted misfit
lifted on greenhouse prescriptions live
in the cuz the Rat Pack is back call me
Sammy or maybe mr. Davis flirtatious
with the basics and that’s on a daily
basis I wear my heart on my sleeve gonna
check the tailor fit accessorizing with
his smile the best is what I make of it
see I’m out here making music cuz drug
dealin ain’t my forte i caress the beat
in my pin game it’s foreplay
I believe these cats I tell him get up
out my sandbox and I’ma die alleged
Bambino in the Sandlot see I cut keys
shaping my bars go ahead and chef it up
you continue spitting filler you can
leave the rest of us because I’m highly
educated and I’m often understated
verbal slaughter that I’m asked if I can
break it down in laymen’s if science
remains defying it maybe I’ll start a
riot speak to you through Osiris and
Jack my notes on papyrus visions of
Warhol the vivid miner Basquiat these
groom locks pop at the precision of tune
class because
seeing all the pain on a faces faceless
face the facts you’ll never make it
dreams basic outside-the-box successes
for the taking so take it take it
see it’s the anthem for the gifted
misfit lifted on greenhouse
prescriptions live in the vision that
was our response to the world and at the
age of 27 I have lost my mom the
greatest person in the entire world and
although she’s gone I still have her
here with me her words her lessons her
advice and her love I never saw myself
as a martyr I thought that I was
unimportant or too small of a piece to
this grandiose puzzle I had to realize
that my piece no matter how small will
leave a void if taken away oh it to
myself and I owe it to everyone who was
different or struggling with identity to
say this I never saw myself as a martyr
but after today I will be your martyr
I will fight those fights I will dry
those tears I will be here I will always
be here and I will always believe in
your dreams because dreams feel like
inception no interception except with
the exception of essence breathing in
effervescence the tip of the tongue
tingles through the exhale of lessons
but I’m trying to teach without preach
and I’m trying to eat without reaping
the benefits of pave past riddled with
signals pointing every which way just to
say that the key to anything major do
not swing anything minor I need
reminders with each passing minute but I
don’t listen I battle the force within
by forcing him to talk to friends and
confidants bring confidence if he
confides and compliments I hope I’m not
too wordy with my declaration for
freedom I’m at the end of my rope please
cut ties I was born to a queen she
counted every finger and told that I
would one day used to March and with
those same counting fingers if nine of
them were left broken I solemnly swear
to still raise one with allegiance thank
you
you
infinite digits squint at the vectored
image and witness your shattered
existence coach still of an ak-47
strapped to the back of an adolescent he
just down his life story but he never
gets past the preface you see there’s no
food for thought on that silver spoon
you’re being fed by foreign cars were no
for lost souls beneath the treads they
tell me I’m irrational but are my fears
are rational I got my eyes cross my T’s
and I still don’t see any capital but
wait if money is fuel to the fire and
means for desire then we got it all
wrong I’m still constricted by chains in
a wit but the difference is now we sing
it in songs
see I’m viciously ripping out your inner
beauty to leave you hollow but the cycle
of destruction it goes as follows the
media has the money so they control the
people telling them they’re less than
nothing and that they’ll never be equal
so I guess fix your face up and turn the
page on that magazine while blood spills
in the margins with a profit off your
tragedies see I never saw myself as a
martyr tricking myself into thinking
that I can’t work harder see twice is
how much more we have to work but I only
see half cuz that’s what they tell me
you need to work twice as hard as them
to get half of what they have but they
who are they see greed takes hold of
people tricking them into thinking that
money will garner some kind of new
position a step or two up on the
socio-economic ladder the ladder
separating the strong from the weak the
rich from the poor us from them
I never saw myself as a martyr because I
stand here a queer woman of color
telling you that I never saw a
difference between us and them it wasn’t
until recently that I found my place in
this world
see I’m vulnerable enough to bare my
soul but I’m strong enough to protect my
heart cuz there’s a few eggnogs that
said I would never make it said I won’t
sign a deal and so I act like a lady you
said in another track where I talk about
the haters cuz if I hate the gang why
would I talk about the players instead I
think the advocates the underlying
sector there honestly is scripted like
award-winning actors so quit the acting
stand behind your actions or I’ll divide
your statements like elementary
fractions true I’ll sift through the
lies until I come across the truth I
leave blood sweat and tears all over
this booth your fear of someone
different should not make you a bigot
the same god you serve gave me this life
to live it
fossil tea in tandem with the fraudulent
that’s causing that you fit the mold
they’ll hand out deals like Sunday
service offering but while you’re
telling lies stuttering and faltering
I’ll just put my soap box right here
with us Ultra is she the street that I
placed that soap box on with the first
street that taught me that cash should
rule everything around me because first
you get the money then you get the power
and after you get the power then people
will respect you but maybe that isn’t it
I don’t know maybe you have to be able
to get respect another way what is it to
be your life and not simply exist what
is it to push the striving dregs from
this abyss if some led to the Wishing
Well to drink and I set fire to the rain
well if I didn’t turn to ashes from
which I will rise again will I stand the
test of time with these tick-tock I sit
on the dock of the bay can’t wait for a
shot but we live in a world where the
only honours in the dollar now I feel
compelled to pose a question to our
forefathers did you envision your
mission coming down to a split decision
stifled by the business relying on the
prison you can wave your white flag
that’s covered in white lies and deny
her demise rubber man in the bad guy I
am too inquisitive to live in a world
without truth well Old Man River let me
swim in that fountain of youth this
locomotive in my dome is causing
commotion in this moment I’ve broken
open the flow and I’m focused focus is
what I was missing when I sat down to
think about being an influence to women
to brown women to queer brown women and
hit me I didn’t want to be a martyr not
because I didn’t see myself as someone
whose opinions weren’t strong enough to
do so I just wanted
do it in my own way I just wanted to
meet me so much more than I wanted to be
who they wanted me to be the saga begins
with the ending unwritten unscripted yet
chiseled in stone cold and unknown to
the world as more than a heathen
fire-breathing as this here drags on see
this is my song composed of words from
the wicked while sinners find charm in
my tone and that’s word to my moms
cautious my monsters of lurking the
trees they hang us from I’m perched in
gotta open my eyes gets the I gotta open
my eyes the bird’s-eye view too often
seen through my third eye bleeding
through these words I wish that I can
turn time I’m missing Mama’s voice but
it’s been a minute since she’s heard of
mine see they just want to bury me bury
me bury me without getting dirt on a
boots but I’m strapped with a vision in
the melody I’m ready for war I’m taking
aim and I shoot blah I just wanted to be
that kid from New Jersey who struggled
love lost succeeded and felt the problem
is there wasn’t a name for that at least
not one that I wanted to stand behind
see the gift and misfits is a concept
that was created by myself
Sean Shakespeare and Jamar X we would
later be known as table for three we
created a concept within a song that
became so much bigger than us if the
anthem for the gifted misfit lifted on
greenhouse prescriptions live in the
vision
it’s the anthem for the gifted misfit
lifted on greenhouse prescriptions live
in the cuz the Rat Pack is back call me
Sammy or maybe mr. Davis flirtatious
with the basics and that’s on a daily
basis I wear my heart on my sleeve gonna
check the tailor fit accessorizing with
his smile the best is what I make of it
see I’m out here making music cuz drug
dealin ain’t my forte i caress the beat
in my pin game it’s foreplay
I believe these cats I tell him get up
out my sandbox and I’ma die alleged
Bambino in the Sandlot see I cut keys
shaping my bars go ahead and chef it up
you continue spitting filler you can
leave the rest of us because I’m highly
educated and I’m often understated
verbal slaughter that I’m asked if I can
break it down in laymen’s if science
remains defying it maybe I’ll start a
riot speak to you through Osiris and
Jack my notes on papyrus visions of
Warhol the vivid miner Basquiat these
groom locks pop at the precision of tune
class because
seeing all the pain on a faces faceless
face the facts you’ll never make it
dreams basic outside-the-box successes
for the taking so take it take it
see it’s the anthem for the gifted
misfit lifted on greenhouse
prescriptions live in the vision that
was our response to the world and at the
age of 27 I have lost my mom the
greatest person in the entire world and
although she’s gone I still have her
here with me her words her lessons her
advice and her love I never saw myself
as a martyr I thought that I was
unimportant or too small of a piece to
this grandiose puzzle I had to realize
that my piece no matter how small will
leave a void if taken away oh it to
myself and I owe it to everyone who was
different or struggling with identity to
say this I never saw myself as a martyr
but after today I will be your martyr
I will fight those fights I will dry
those tears I will be here I will always
be here and I will always believe in
your dreams because dreams feel like
inception no interception except with
the exception of essence breathing in
effervescence the tip of the tongue
tingles through the exhale of lessons
but I’m trying to teach without preach
and I’m trying to eat without reaping
the benefits of pave past riddled with
signals pointing every which way just to
say that the key to anything major do
not swing anything minor I need
reminders with each passing minute but I
don’t listen I battle the force within
by forcing him to talk to friends and
confidants bring confidence if he
confides and compliments I hope I’m not
too wordy with my declaration for
freedom I’m at the end of my rope please
cut ties I was born to a queen she
counted every finger and told that I
would one day used to March and with
those same counting fingers if nine of
them were left broken I solemnly swear
to still raise one with allegiance thank
you
you
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