Independent

In the wargame of my life-span, I strive for ammunition.
The lights stand bright and I can't quite envision.
My course tube is source through transition
Livin' within division. My right hand man missin', in action
Rewritten captions for snapshots that capture the woods and poor housing block backdrops
Indecision head cracked without crack rocks
Junkie taps money broken back from the monkey---dead
Funny, bled, innocence
The hungry fed ignorance, misled by power and influence.
I face (i face) an immigrant's condition
Poets written received, the way my gravestone inscription'll read
Believe, in love. I stay home inprisoned, wishing it'll be different for my seed
Because my halfheart bleeds the blood of my bad dreams.
I shed the tears of illusion to see the grand scheme---clear.
It may not've bled much.
Fear and pain came in a headrush.
I developed empathy and nexus.
Since, ambly switched to plan B, ambidextrous.
The hour hand stole my candy, and my Lexus.
Is lust of reality sour?
My lexis makes sense of the fallacies: money and power.
That's how I reevaluate situations, and information.
I walk with with the vagrants, and stay patient.
I'm hated, my innovation, rhyme invention.
Eyes in mine extended in crime prevention.
You can't beat the man, but you can stall 'em.
Too clever, I stay a devil, 'cause all the angels are fallen.
To earth needs, bucklin' to cripple.
My destiny callin' since an infant, sucklin' a nipple,
To nourish, post-daisy age, my pages flourish.
Pre-apocalypse: my script's stripping you of courage.

[Chorus]
"hatred, jealousy, and envy..."
"(They attack) they attack me"

The pain of introspection...
At the intersection of a crossroads: ...the archer,
Selectin' the direction for the arrow of my crossbow's departure.
I cross fingers and cross toes, to double cross a doube dealer's karma
Battle: start... to marker.. Hide mama, words grab attention.
Trouble costs an arm and a leg, lend an ear.
Not to mention I'm defendin' my head against mind bendin' forces
Preventin' progression. My cause is
Congested with tumble weeds and stumblin' blocks.
So as soon as opportunity knocks the doors lock.
Wonderin' what's next, never took kindly to threats.
Best step behind me or step blindly on sets.
And find your bones and your neck seperated.
Once bitten, never smitten, elevated by rhythm. I updated
what I've written prior to this. Listen:
Beat's christen, deep lyrics born of my inner vision.
Peep the vision. My motion graceful
My ways are worldly, so the page pulls you in:
With the gravitational force of my thoughts. I win
Wars with words. My pen,
Mightier than the sword. My sins,
Tore my limbs with pain.
I'm fightin a losin' battle tryin' to grapple the shackles of my brain.
Confusion, I must organize to maintain.
Realizin' my delusion is sharin the same aims as my flame,
Blown out by the wind of change,
Grown so I ain't into games
Stay home and play NB, my inner self empty
Considerin', givin' up hope? Don't tempt me.
Dope? I got got plenty
But the big wigs got a whiff
Now we can't get a hit, 'cause they're hogging the spliff.
Tryin' to ruin it. Canoein' it. Doggin' my gift
Am I losin it, pursuin' life, dodgin the bitch?
Think about robbin'---I switch, to legit
Remember to gettin rich quick. Whatever effort, you're in the district
Requires. This misfit's, this fit's this jive
Tryin' to find my independence, starin' the life
No gold pendant's jibe, talkin', or struttin my stride.
I'm just, walkin with pride, all frontin' aside.
It's like something inside, provides a catalyst for vision
Activists actin' with accurate precision
Over rhythm---sections
Relived in resurrection
Through tape deck: rewinds direction
Selection: take check, take life as a lesson---in livin'.
We'll all be either the unforgiven or the unforgiving