[Ezekiel]
I’ve been bruised too I earned those stripes
No cape without the thorns I guess ‘cause heroes right?
But you see this stage you see those lights?
I know pops’ King but I hate Tito’s life
I know I know I know humility is fish at Kentucky Fried Chicken
Know what’s best for me to let go of my will and my visions
I know the recipe that conjures a typical Christian
I hope I rest in peace the corpse of that twisted position
I’ve learned religious terminology from A to Z and
I learned from Barney to make believers I make believe in
But leaders but.. (what about the poetry)
They masquerade to me
I’m tickled that you thought it and was glad to pay the fee
I’d rather make a rap about the path I paid for me
Couldn’t stand ashamed to ask the saints to fast and pray for me
Now you feed and you get depleted I’m starving but I’m obese
And see slitting wrists ain’t that hard if the heart of me’s on my sleeve
If my arteries are your thoughts of the art of me
If you leave ‘em I fall like the next month after August right after heat
Cuz I long for His glory low key like the left notes on a grand piano
No shade I’m just tired of living under His casted shadow
My work is princess you dragons come to attack my castle
Feel like John the Baptist and well I’m man enough to lack some sandals
My wife and kids thought and I lack faith in my Adam’s apple
My parents saying I’m just a sad case and a bad example
And though my past mistakes in my face like a gradual’s tassel
My math sucks it doesn’t add up I ain’t average like some… get it?
I’m not a poet
I am a scientist
God’s an experiment
You are my lab
If we have chemistry I will explode and my pockets’ll benefit so
Gas me up, I’mma heat to generate self-esteem
All eyes on me it’s all about I like Illuminati on the top of a pyramid
How many times has the dawn tried to arise
But my dark side just collides like apartheid to the light
I remember to do right then get Alzheimer’s
Came out to pay God homage my life it has arthritis of spine
The mic heightened for flights of my aerodynamic pride
Then I bomb— perish or die the applause kinda subsides
And the storm’s right cuz lightning is born
Sky makes you bright then you die and finally reside on the floor
I am reminded of the God who tried to defy
When he scorned the one who gave life to His form right…
On the lines of this poem
Captain I I this is your island I’m lost so make Gilligan of me
But I’m witcha Skipper just send me a signal or something
Cuz I know I’m a dimmer image a silhouette
This is Twitter I need more character
Till then it’s end of discussion
I’m fallin’

I reside at the ledge (how did I get here)
Pride leads to death (it don’t even make sense no more)
It’s a long way down (I guess I’mma have to do this)
Wonder when I hit the ground (Man…)
Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo