The whole world is listening,
so much to say but I don’t talk to loud,
but when I’m thinking out loud,
I can still rock a crowd.
There are days when I’m standing on the summit, heart touching my stomach,
destiny in front of me,
can’t run from it, I plummet,
I plunge mouth wrapped the lips of a gun,
waiting for that mother fucker to cum,
If faith is a test, then I test my faith,
got a hunger for life,
sitting in front of an empty plate,
stills no t-bone stake.
My eyes are full and my tears are empty,
belly full but stiff hands want plenty,
The thirst is a curse,
and satisfying that thirst comes first,
Good guy gone bad,
Should I blame it on the dad I never had?
Should the one man island keep smiling?
Shining like a diamond flaunting flaws and scars,
So close to the end but no cigars,
Feeling like James Dean behind the wheel of a car,
They say I’m not a star even tho I try,
I guess I have to die,
for for them to believe in the lie,
You don’t know me ,
Other than the me I let you see,
In stealth moves the secret self,
Eye on the prize through a sea of monsters,
I see monsters holy men importers,
Holding phony secret ceremonies,
I wish they would throw rice,
But they rather a blood sacrifice,
Black man lost soul on ice.