Am I?

what am I

The Truth covered in sorrow?

What if I was successful and covered in love by tomorrow,

people buggin and begging me for money to borrow?

Tables would turn,

But The money is what they would probably follow.

Possible unstoppable Labels would churn,

In desire to admire the destined

And ordained to be followed.

The Elect don't want you to learn.

Your Mind thinking it's independent

While it's centers been hollowed.

It's all manipulation.

It's hard for me to be patient

When the magic their using is twisted and ancient. It's beyond being racist.

Cause it's global control.

An entire population dictated by one soul.

Should I remember yesterday and the things that you say? Should I laugh and call you names when you need a place to stay?

What if I became an employer and denied you the Job?

Now your stressed because your woman's a mom

So now your family is gone...your aunt's been sayin you ain't a man, and you ain't even strong

What if I

Was the destroyer of dreams?

the parent that told you no

just for the screams

My life wasn't supposed to be sweet.

The truth is not for the weak.

And neither is the street.

It's like,

How many times have I been covered in blood with only my backpack there to show me some love?

So why should I be covered in sorrow when the truth is there's always tomorrow...