Blind Sower of Violence
Yeah (x3) Let's go Warmest wishes to those that chose to visit the show Frigid flow: my tongue might stick to a pole What I'm spitting is cold, Michigan snow Listen though I don't put on airs, I'm conditioned to blow I'm a star, my sis called me that Back before my posse rapped That's when the older homies told me "Just don't be a copycat" Ok, copy that, handed the walkie talkie back This is real pride in my eyes, it’s not a cocky act Look at us struggling and look how those at the top react Not saying they're Nazis, I'm just saying how can they not see that? It's still a white world, they don't even want that coffee black No prime time, they don't even want that Cosby black? Man, a lot of cats wanna see the best watch Well if you want to see the best, watch This is like Redd Fox mixed with a TED talk Mixtape icon sitting on your desktop Stop I'm still telling my people to let that light shine I never thought on the day I started to write rhymes That I might climb and now it’s like I Just may be Jay Z in my lifetime Cuz oooooh, look at how I'm killing these tracks I'm a vet but not the type of vet that’s feeling these cats Where the real Emcees at? I'm dying I need to hear someone as ill as me, stat Mmhmm, Shadrach on racks putting these raps on wax I don't usually go this fast on tracks but I’m zoning you know it when I laugh and my hat's on back I don't rap for not fat contracts, till the day that I pass on I deliver every jawn like my last song, last class with a graduation cap on BRAPP I searched so far for you I work so hard, find me I take a gasp of air like I can't breathe I want to sit beside her like I can't leave I open up my eyes like I can't see I just want to climb trees so I plant seeds I walk forever looking for a place to sit Feels like I'm just beginning though they're wishing I would quit I'm trying to find my spirit while they're trying to find a hit Been to the motherland now I search for the mother ship I walk miles in shoes worn as torn paper eyes wide in the eye of the storm I found peace in a mirror, that's me, I died as I tried to conform I've been squinting, it's so bright but light is reflected inside of my skin I've been searching outside for an answer like I couldn't find it within This life is a hell steps from heaven Fear is a jail I’m in a cell next to legends Ask Kheaven what his view through these bars looks like If you still think there's wrongs that these songs could write Goodnight.... Yo, throwing 'em bows Blazing these rappers dressed up in their fancy clothes Everyone knows your reign is over cuz you chose Material riches over the rap essentials Ontario provincial it's not a minstrel show Poet Allen Ginsberg flow really with nah know Biddy bi bam bo rappers be shucking and jiving like Bojangles Lyrically Van Gogh, I tango then eat a mango that fell On a galvanized roof in Trinidad when I was a youth just coming up Rappers be dumbing down, Kheaven be dumbing up We living, what? We living on a prayer in the air, it's the Elohim Shadrach, Kamau, we in to blast the scene That's why we mould them, just like I told them We leaving mics frozen cuz we are the chosen
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 19, 2026
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