Prompt / Lyrics
**ima give yall a piece of my mind is an ocean please allow me to take my time it's not because im old im a carpenter with these words i have to build each line cap be con im lying but let me at least make the lines mime my mind I transform to Tilla The Poet so Tilla Sonrise can practice his Twizted Metaphorz Blunts be smoking so I'll be blunt jump off evil kaneivil Stunt I've always known ice to melt I've never known ice to hunt it's like we are headed for D Day but first we must be Warsaw it's like the SS is in the US trying to police policies on poor people politics in pulpit where so many forgot the word was up heads push down in frowns that smile on Instagram so no one will notice the death inside in a world where they normalize genocide that's homicide groceries full of pesticides accepting the role of pest so they can push the homeless aside I wonder if Ms Badu ever knew the bag lady died seems we all missed the bus Godfather Gus All on the same battlefield No friends to trust Tic toc taught to only focus on us man my minds a memory I see the symmetry of the cemetery living on unmarked Graves how we become free slaves dumb as free physiology phenomenal physically mentally emotionally financially the imagery of chains slaves cuffles in the cell in our brains on our minds looking for yourselves we've become the strange fruit and the trophies on the shelves born blind looking for light children no longer home before they come on see emcees used to make you think now they make you wanna get high have sex or drink living on the brink of destruction that we used to be headed for now we are trained to dread the Moors from Seattle to Baltimore renting land they know is ours plenty put pen to write but what pen to fight when the pen is mightier than the sword my Words are sworD I was born a problem medication couldn't fix Fred Hampton on the mix Black Cat back against the wall trapped in a fence Bleeding pens Tilla Sonrise peace Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave Carpenter bars every line get laid Pen still sharp in a digital age Words be swords let the truth invade Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave Buildin with thoughts they afraid to save They numb the pain I sharpen the page Bleeding pens but the soul get saved Mind like tides swimmin through debt Generational weight on the neck No will no land still told be free Chains look invisible still heavy on me Pulpits politic prophets perform Selling comfort while breeding the storm Scroll past death tap hearts and go Living on graves but the drip still glow Ice cold systems hunt warm blood Call poison food call struggle love They fear the pen so they dull the thought But ink still bite when the truth get caught Never sick just hard to contain Too much sight for a numbed out brain Black cat cornered pen still slick Bleeding on the page yeah that’s the fix Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave Carpenter bars every line get laid Pen still sharp in a digital age Words be swords let the truth invade**
Tags
1990s Hip Hop, 1990s Neo-soul
Duration
3:34
Instrumental
No
Created
1/27/2026