#FreestyleFriday: 3.16.18

It’s freestyle Friday and I haven’t wrote anything in a minute

Been focused on this podcast and putting my all in it

But the creative juices still flow & sometimes I need to vent

And some people give up on me, like they believed in Lent

Hoping the light at the tunnel is freedom & not an oncoming train

I’d be in shape if I was as active as much as my brain

Always thinking about best case and worst case scenarios

Trying not to treat my life as a joke like Will Ferrell though

And now we know, that the best laid plans? Often fall apart

Only benefit of never being in love is avoding the broken hearts

Love the sparks that are in the start of the courtship

But ah shit, they always end up stretching you out more than Crossfit

The talk is, that whoever cares less gets the upper hand

That’s why you got to shoot more shots that Yosemite Sam

Friends or foes, who’s really down when shit hits the fan?

I suppose, but most of us just doing it for the gram

It used to be the feds taking pictures, now you out here incriminating yourself

Y’all boys wild, y’all need way more than just my help

Stacking my wealth, whether it’s in money or knowledge

You can’t difference dirt from diamonds until you find the polish

That’s the point in my life where I am, it’s like I’m almost there

Ready to shock the world with no need for the electric chair

The margin for error is razor thin & I ain’t tryna cut no hair

Keep it player, figuring out everything like an engineer

A lot of the things I see y’all niggas do is truly weird

What happened to the good days of minding your own business and grabbing a beer

I can’t speak on it but they want me to speak on it

So I started a podcast to speak on it now they hate the way I speak on it

Can’t please everyone, shit you can’t please anyone

Niggas want they truth sugar coasted like a honey bun

And where’s the fun in that? Where’s the truth in that?

Where’s the happiness? Will we end up losing that?

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Our Time Together

I tell her, our time together is our time together

But when we’re apart, you can do whatever

Ain’t no remote controls, its ok to go and roam

See there’s no strings attached like Bluetooth with the speakerphones

I just ask that you don’t stress me. Life is stressful enough

I’ll be there when you need me, just try and not need me too much

See the mental space I’m in, feels like a zone defense

Yeah I’ll pay attention to you, but not enough to draw me in

I haven’t even been shooting shots lately, I been chilling moe

Because I don’t deal with women who throw tantrums like they’re 2 years old

Come on now, we’re both grown. Let’s not do this now.

I’m interested in the milk because I don’t have the budget for the cow.

Life is in flux so it’s become harder for me to give a fuck

About what’s up, that’s why I’m hesitating to jump in like double dutch

And sometimes that means I go M.I.A like I’m on ocean drive

That means I go M.I.A. like I’m driving south on I-95

That means I go M.I.A like Dwyane Wade returning home

I mean, you get it. So that’s why I don’t blow up your phone

I’ll talk to you nice when we talk, always respect when I see you

Slander kept to a minimum unless you did me quite evil

Maybe I’m taking this route because of the ways I been burned in my past

Got myself fucked up my moving too fast.

I learned from my mistakes, promised to make better choices

Can’t have the drive of a Camry if you’re trying to get Rolls Royce’s

So focusing on what I need to, reducing distractions

Is the way I need to make sure I don’t become a never was or a has been.

Aim and shoot like an assassin, I get in where I fit in

Witness protection program, the way I can go missing

Is it fair to everyone how I move? Maybe not.

But I need 6 figures in less than 6 years so I don’t have time to switch the plot.

Switch the script? Nah, we keep it simple, and we keep it fair

And we keep to ourselves until the end of the situation if we meet back up there.

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Hate Me For Who I Am

Hate me for who I am, not who you think I am

You think I got a temper shorter than Yosemite Sam

You think I’m trash, want me to be thrown to the garbage man

You think I’m dense & I don’t take time to understand

You think a lot of things, but you refuse to investigate

You think I take a crooked path but you refuse to set the record straight

You may see causation, but you aren’t sure if it correlates

I can be your worse nightmare, or I can be something more than great.

I want to work with people who want to work with me

If you don’t want to work with me, then I wish you were halfway across the earth from me

You see, I have to move with urgency.

And I can’t move with urgency if every little step I take causes an emergency.

I see, the pain people have caused you, I understand it.

How am I supposed to have a clean slate & already getting reprimanded?

The idea of “cutting someone some slack” has all but vanished

It’s like we’re painting, but borrowing other people’s canvas.

We use sweeping generalizations because we’re too lazy for analysis

It’s like we’re blindfolded, throwing shots, hoping we sunk their battleship

And if we are at war, doing it alone is a fallacy

So basically, you’re not going to win by just attacking me.

If it is a systemic issue then the enemy is the system.

And in order to beat the system, we have to know how people work within it

It’s easier to destroy something from the inside out

But in order to flourish, we need all the interested parties on the same route.

What one calls sugar coating, the other calls decorum

Hell, what one calls practical, the other calls slow & boring

We want minorities to be a monolith

But in order to flourish, we have to let the tension pass first like we’re coached by Popovich

But until we get to that point in the process

Pointing fingers & infighting are gonna be monsters like the loch ness.

I thought we all hated being blamed for what we didn’t do.

But I guess we pick & choose, it’s politics as usual.

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Keep The Same Energy

I’m trying not to hold grudges but it’s getting kinda hard

People love saying they’re real while promoting this façade

I gave up getting even with folks, y’all been acting way too odd

I’m not saying that I’m perfect, but at least I know my flaws

I can’t pander to y’all, I don’t answer to y’all.

I keep my mouth shut sometimes so I don’t seem like a cancer to y’all

If we draw up the play then you’ve asked me to ball

So then, just pass me the ball.

People always want these grand institutions to fall

So they celebrate when they see a crack in the wall

Or a chink in the armor, wait, is that a racist saying?

I try to be cautious of the things I say to not induce more mayhem.

Is it appropriating nerd culture to say you’re going super Saiyan?

And if you don’t believe in monsters then you can never slay them.

My words remind myself of graffiti paintings

You may not like the way I presented it but the message is definitely staying

Learn your audience, sometimes we call it reading the defense

Speak what you believe in, others may not like what they’re hearing

And depending on who you are, you get some leeway to speak your mind

But if they don’t like how you look & what you say, reaction won’t be so kind.

I guess I gotta get in my bag some more. Raise the stakes

Like I put a filet mignon on a floating dinner plate

Like I put a New York Strip on top of the Empire State

Like if LeBron took a T-Bone & made Isaiah Thomas play keep away

People want me to feel sorry for things I didn’t contribute to

I can recognize my position, but those who don’t are hypocritical

The physical, often doesn’t match up with the spiritual

And then when people do the minimal, they always follow with subliminals

Hate who I am if you want to, hate who I represent

Don’t have anyone challenge your views, argue with things I never said.

That’s cool, I can’t tell you what to do with your mental space

But don’t create hypotheticals in your head & try and throw them in my face

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Enemy of the State

It feels like they need me to be the enemy

To make their stories make sense, these niggas ain’t friends to me

They wish they could kill me but I’m not ready to rest in peace

I only take rest in pieces, I’m still here for them when they need it

If you hate what I say, stand in line and file for a grievance

I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, fucked around and became sleeveless

I been doubted since I was a fetus, I almost died before the crown

Now they still want me dead before the crown, what’s really going down

I show love because there should be enough love to go around

Too many hangers on trying to grab on me to slow me down

The coast ain’t clear, to clear the scene we would need to the coastal guard

People aren’t as real as they seem, but I peek holes in the façade.

The anger is misplaced, the hate almost made me switch states

You wanna eat? You either gotta learn to cook or hope for a quick plate

To be honest? It’s a clean sweep if you put me into the sweepstakes

For Christ’s sakes, even the iPhone X can recognize the determination in my face

So let’s turn up now, I told them lean on me like a double cup now

I told these fools, ain’t no more free game & that’s before the government shutdown

What now? I stand on my own two. I don’t do things unless I want to

And if being real ends up killing me, I’ll turn to a spirit and haunt you

Don’t be scared to call an audible, I’m 05 Peyton Manning in the no huddle

If I don’t like you then there’s no cuddles, they answering questions with lead, no test bubbles

I want financial freedom, I don’t do the stress struggle

I’m just here trying to show what’s best for you

Look at me king, look at all the attributes I can bring

I need my pockets full of C-Notes until the fat lady sings

I said I need 6 figures in 6 years, preferably less if we’re being honest

People don’t recognize you when you’re humble so what’s the point in being modest?

I feel like I been slacking on certain things to focus on others.

In the fast lane burning all rubber since like last summer.

And when God calls me home after my last supper

My worst blunder would still having unanswered questions to wonder

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#FreestyleFriday: 1.12.18

To me? Finding peace is like climbing Mt. Everest

That’s why I don’t like crazy chicks, I don’t negotiate with terrorists

Balling so hard, I might mess around and tear my wrist

I don’t want them to step in my shoes, they might scuff up my favorite kicks

King Diddy, I never enjoyed all the anticipation

People always wanna rush thing but I believe in pacing

Because when I was all gung-ho? I needed patience

And I trust few people because they’re often know for giving statements

Keep that energy, don’t be fatigued when you see the kid

Like a janitor cleaning up bathrooms, I’m with the shits

And people thinking they’re gonna touch me and split my wig

I laugh like, I didn’t know you were a beautician sis?

A man makes the clothes, clothes never make the man

I used to carry out auditions like they were trying to make the band

I gave up making excuses, and I’m not interested in making amends

Focus my energy on making progress, I think make enough friends

I can’t entertain certain things for the sake of my sanity

Because I’m trying to get my life back to where I planned it’d be

Armed with dedication and a catalogue of plans A to Z

Stopping myself from catching feelings because there’s no vacancy.

They say that I’m jaded, I agree with him, no need to lie.

And if your ass owes me 6 dollars, don’t give me 5.

I been looking at life a little different since I almost died

The devil can’t take my joy away from, even though he always tries.

Do the right thing? Well we need something to incentivize

And if you scared to shoot your shot? I say to you, let it fly.

Hearing people complain puts me to sleep faster than a lullaby

Blowing so much hot air, a balloon could use it in the friendly skies

I used to be friendly, now I’m more cautious

The people who used to hate, now they’re getting nauseous

I used to be a diamond in the rough, now I’m more polished

Now success is in my genes like I added something to the garments.

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Family Feud 2017

I been on a writing hiatus tying to get this podcast going

They say when it rains, it pours. But what happens when it’s snowing?

They are trying to prevent me from taking the shot, like they’re Bruce Bowen

But niggas can’t stop the light and my nigga, I’m glowing.

I’m a king. This the last time I’m going to say that though

I find no use in advertising something that people already know

No one wins when the family feuds and niggas been feuding all year

But if we’re dealing with love and war, then some would say its all fair

If we are preparing for a battle, I’mma get my riot gear.

My mom is a prayer warrior, I’m gonna get my squad in here.

Too many people died this year, too many people lied this year

And we still haven’t got Donald trump the fuck out of here

Going into 2018 with my mind all clear.

I walk to the beat of my own drum & I don’t care if you like the snare

People think I’m gambling with my life? I told them to pick a pair

Niggas acting foul always the ones that say life ain’t fair.

Keep it cool as cucumbers, if you slept on me, enjoy the slumber

I’m not just a 1 hit wonder, I can’t even wait til the summer

If they block the door, dig a tunnel. If they question you, they don’t love you

People love crushing dreams under the guise of keeping you humble

Let me dream what I want, let me plan how I please.

I never throw shade at anyone, you never know who you might need

Trying to get closer to my goals, closer to my dreams

Closer to my bae, wherever may she be.

I ain’t never been in the army, but I want to be all I can be

Trying to lift every voice & sing like the NAACP

I used to want people to love me, now I prefer respect

And anything I respect? Has to come to me direct

Direct disses, direct messages and direct deposits

Direct flights and direct increases to my flight mileage.

Directions to my goals and dreams so I can keep driving

And direct points for all the pressure I keep applying.

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Part Time Lovers

Part time lovers. Our time together is our time together

And when we’re apart, what we do? It’s whatever

Keep it on a need to know, I don’t need to tell you how it needs to go

Just be prepared when their heart turns 3 below

Yeah we’re talking super cold, folks out here getting super bold

Trying to figure out where you stand is getting super old

We treat partners like options on some sort of poll

Asked her for her list of dealbreakers? She opened a scroll

We always tell people, play your position, play your role

And if you want a promotion, better let someone know

Treating dating like a revolving door, they come and go.

And if people wanted me gone, this year? They cut it close

If love is a drug, you would mess around and overdose

I’m cut from a different cloth, I got it all covered like an overcoat

King Diddy, if you believed I was dating every person you seen with me

You’d thought I’m taking as many swings at love as Ken Griffey

I ask them to bear with me like I was a panda or a grizzly

And I show them the bare truth like Paul Pierce running naked through the city

I dabble in some things, call it girlfriend by committee

I might even need an old Miss like college football in Mississippi

Ya dig me? No one stayed with me when I was broke

So I can’t trust no one that if they seem me drowning, they’ll help me float

I don’t brag or boast, keep my business more private than most

And I scrape the dead ends off like I overcooked the toast

Never been in love, been in infatuation at most

Almost thought I had something but I stress the word almost

Every time you think you have something then someone goes ghost

Everyone thinks they are investigators from a simple IG post

It’s hard work, it’s God work. So I must let his will be done

Momma’s favorite son, walking around like I’m the chosen one

Being single doesn’t faze me, it’s like being robbed with a water gun

Part time lover? Full time headache? Nah, I don’t need that one

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What Are You Looking For?

I used to be a hopeless romantic, before I got jaded

When Bey and Jay wrote Drunk In Love, I was hoping that I could also be faded

Trying to be the greatest person that you deserve.

Like a dictionary bandit, I got a way with words

If I fuck with you? Then to me? You’re as fly as a bird

And anyone who says different is just plain absurd

I’m a different type.

You see I got more flavor than a handful of Mike and Ike’s

If I get a second chance at love I hope it’s twice as nice

Because I’mma be on point like the sharpest knife

If I’m focused on you then I’m focused on you

If I don’t feel like there’s hope for you then there’s no hope for you

I’m a simple man, with somewhat simple needs

HaHa Davis during the honeymoon phase “This Finna Be a Breeze”

Ain’t a street nigga but I’m a nigga from the streets

Was taught not to show love, so in relationships I play for keeps

I can play my role, let you be Jay, I’m Memphis Bleek

But you don’t know what I have in my bag, trick or treat.

You want someone that can listen to your problems, I can be that guy

Want someone to let you vent & not try and solve ‘em, I can give it a try

I’mma work with you, try to meet you where you are

But you better bring your sunglasses because you’re meeting with a star

People keep taking shots at me, but don’t want to meet me at the bar

But if you got drive like I got drive? Then meet me at the car

I don’t have all day to wait for you. Unless you believe in perfect timing

I see all these dark clouds, you trying to be my silver lining?

Whatever it means to be loved, we can redefine it

And if you are a diamond in the rough then I’m gonna go mining

What are you looking for beloved? What do you hope to find?

What are your long-term plans? They the same as mine?

Are you willing to go for it or is it a nevermind

Because you don’t have to hit every shot you take, you just need one good time.

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No Hate on Sundays

My beloved reminded me to use this writing this as an outlet

I just need someone down for me like Cardi is with Offset

But that doesn’t have me upset, honestly it was a gut check

Trying to live the high life but I still hang around some roughnecks

What’s a king without a crown? Is he still a king?

Is it all about the jewelry or is it more about what he brings?

I haven’t been sleeping much is that why I resort to selling dreams?

Am I hurting much worse than I certainly make it seem?

Shit, I don’t know the answers. That’s why I ask these questions

Shit, people say they care for me, why they so passive aggressive?

Why are they so wishy washy? Why are they so temperamental?

Why do they seem to enjoy all the drama they get into?

Shit, I don’t know the answers, that’s why I ask these questions

She says she can teach me, I’m like “well class is in session”

Let me get my pen and paper, make sure I have my highlighter

Because people can’t see the truth, it’s like they’re totally nearsighted

And me, I’m nearsighted too, at least I try to fix the problem

Y’all spend so much time on everyone else, y’all miss the problem.

I’m laid back but still with the shits, success doesn’t need witnesses

Sometimes it’s best to keep it under wrap like a Christmas gift

I want to own and mind my own business. You don’t need to get it

People been kicking game for free and somehow you still miss it

I’m just saying, I’m not even asking for real, just realistic

And if I offer a life boat to you, why can’t y’all go get it?

But hey, there are things in life that ain’t for me to understand

I’ve seen first hand how power can corrupt a man

These gentlemen out here tripping, they think they can touch whoever

Every pirate ain’t meant to get to these women/s buried treasure.

I’m just a humble servant, who strayed too far away, I’m trying to get back

Who can give you something sweet every 4 bars, I’m a kit kat

Trying to stay away from the riff raff, people out here strapped like a gift bag

You want to win, I need to win and that’s why this is a mismatch.

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