The anthem of the endemic spasms of a past blemish
Radical irascible add chasms to a black message
Cracked and fragmented quotient of my environment
They claim I’m at the end of a phase like I’m a waxed crescent
Only way to slash stress is venting my rage
Rest in the shade, add some blackness, slap a pen to the page
Venom gets sprayed and they present faux psycho-analyst ways
I ask quit trying to find the path to my brain, no need to add tenants
But let me rack in it, edge of a break I’m on
Changed a lot, threw off the Q, can’t settle to play at all
Move as much as all my molecules, can’t spread out my name to y’all
Too many think they know me, I can’t rest here or stay for long
I’m better lonely though, finger to the old me
Only way to make me sociable’s to knock me out and clone me
The first sheep in line, high on society to OD
With the blood remaining blue not from the staining of the codeine
But the roach leaf that’s wasted, burned up, tossed in the dirt
Honest to murk, that’s the furthest that I’ve thought of my worth
And I believe that in anticipated joggles of mirth
To toss my wealth and spend my last dollar on columns of myrrh
In the hopes it’d embalm up my person, give a second chance
Like a returning virgin rocking new sets of pants
Things they say around me, truly have no resonance
But things I think inside my head have got me set up in a trance
Dilla damn, if I ain’t have that I’d prolly kill a man
Like Kid of Sam, seemingly it lifts my every kilogram
I’m lifted man, to different stands, reality is vicious fam
Stuck on the glass ceiling prepare for shit to hit the fan

I grew up on the Eastern side of Greenville as a token black
Holding back the one desire to unload my wrath
Came from Canada, was dreaming of that older grass
Cuz mine was duller after summer back in ’02 lapsed
Was sick of school, new rush was never going to class
Guess it wouldn’t hurt too much to let some voltage crash
Was skipping to 05 in autopilot till I’d go live
I missed those years and then we all started to grow too fast
One of my favorite friends died after a motor passed
On Greenville Boulevard and man I’ve never wrote to that
And I still can’t even bring myself to do it
Leslie if you’re listening, you were the first to hear my music
I remember that you told me that the verse was wack
Damn it was true, but it helped me get my focus tracked
Was looking forward to high school when I would know your ass
Like on the real, cuz it was mostly on the phone and crap
That we’d communicate but let me bounce the subject
Cuz this deserves originals and not the sound from Lovage
I hardly ever open up express myself in public
Cuz I remember days were great with quarter ounces blunted
I learned French with dreams of moving out to Saint-Tropez
Get out the South cuz over here, yo, being black don’t pay
I’m tryna turn a new leaf and slowly craft a way
Making moves like wangs on chat roulet, could never tell about it

Lemme gather a thought or two

And I meant it if I said it clear and black as day
I say it all in jest, serious as a Sambo face
No one could touch my shine, never seen a Faberge
Though no one’s after me, I’m still feeling a cavalcade
The fucking cast away, expecting me to go local
Like these yokels, Kweku.Kente never calibrates
Gone clean from drama, stay away off all your soap full
To disposal, navigate into a path of hate to put it in the vocals
Held my punches, now I’m quick to stamp you out and go postal

I say that I’m from Ghana man! I’ve lost my language
But get my mom to yell some insults, and I’ll understand it
I’m at a disadvantage, cultures got me sandwiched
Between the sand wedge shooting off directions spreading damage
It’s the indigenous foreigner landing off the border
One strip from falling off edge like I was Florida
Keys locked in the corridor, with dreams to kill like warriors
Dictated by what my sin say like Patrick Morita
Or rather what my skin say, like being poor and fucked
Being black, I tore it up, fuck it to the more of ya
Aaron, that’s my nigga though, Kwame that’s my nigga yo
Been knowing them since Nick at Nite had started showing Diff’rent Strokes
Take a rift from code, would rather laugh and chill with spliffs of dro
Poison new editions and become the new Bel Biv Devoe
Nah this is jokes, how I defend myself in shells
When there’re discussions and I don’t want any of the shit approached
I’d sit and smoke to stop insanity from rising
Only talk about myself when adjectives are rhyming
Fuck it, scratch that and let the quote go missing
Because the only time I talk is under those conditions
The fucking rope is sticking, this is a hopeless mission
I’m in a bind to die and never reach my full position
And in my pro opinion I’ve lost my own dominion
Over actions and consequences, but I hope you’ll listen
Cuz Plain Nigger’s not an alter ego scheme for rap sales
It’s just the only thing that people see me as, well
No matter the accomplishments, won’t see me pass, failed
To reach my goal to go and leave with speed this drab hell
And yo, I’ve never cried when I was writing a song
But these lines have got me ripe to dry my eyes in my palms
And when I think of things like this I’m not surviving for long
In my imagination, resting and reciting my qualms