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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No Fairy Tales

The seasonal depression hit, cold weather makes cold spirits

And what good is expressing yourself when these folks don’t want to hear it?

Praying for a breakthrough, but fuck it, I got to make it happen

No fairy tales, just hard work because real shit doesn’t come from Magic

Can’t be throwing lobs to everyone because I ain’t Bron or Magic.

These niggas think they earned their stripes, but they don’t deserve the badges

But they say I’m too dramatic. But when I share the shit you’re not welcoming

That’s why I’m married to the game and no one will receive a wedding ring

I can’t be forced to settle. I can’t be forced to accept less

You say what I want isn’t realistic and I tell you just to be blessed

God’s probably ashamed I feel stressed, like son look at what I’ve done for you

And I’m like “God I hear you, but I need more to feel comfortable”

I don’t like being vulnerable. So, intimacy is a stretch for me

I sat down, I put in the work and these niggas still ask requests of me

I told these fools that I’m tired of giving you the best of me

Then sitting down and figuring out how to make do with what’s left of me

I feel like someone’s testing me. Trying to see if I change the recipe

If there’s a secret ingredient, I say nope just me

There’s people in my life that probably hate when I get this way

But I spent my life grinding now I’m just trying to blow up, no Tim McVay

I want my rings and medals like the Olympic logo on full display

So no fool can say that in the book on the history of life, I don’t get a page.

I want to be so impactful that when I die, the whole world stops

Not on some superficial shit, I just want my work to live on, when I’m not

Been getting body blows left and right and Bobbie dying feels like a spine shot

Feels like the whole neighborhood watching but this ain’t a crime watch

I want movie plots over burial plots. I want us to go the better route

I want us to plan better. More life insurance and less gofundme accounts

And that’s not a shot at no one, because we do what we can when times get hard.

I just don’t want to be one missed car note from losing my house and my job

I don’t want to live paycheck to paycheck, I want something bigger.

Yeah the fairy tales are cool and all but me and mine need something realer.

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Make Me Believe Again

Make me believe in something I lost faith in

When they didn’t have a spot for me, I made a way in

And I been praying for a change, can I get an amen?

And I been put through the fire like a hazing

I’m just a young black man with the world on my shoulders

And I smell like success, you can smell the aroma

Are you good to the last drop like a cup full of Folgers?

And these people spreading lies, don’t listen to a word that they told you

We could make magic happen, pull happiness like a trick up my sleeve

When I don’t feel wanted, I fall back like when a hairline recedes

Sometimes I feel like it’s the whole world versus me

I just need someone to have my back, even when I can’t see

I ain’t on no simp shit, or pimp shit, this is somewhere in the middle

If she says I’m a dog, then I’mma treat her like some kibbles

She wanted me to taste the rainbow, treat her like some skittles

But I’m still a busy man, I don’t have the time for riddles

So say what you mean and mean what you say

If you want me to fall back, say it. Promise I’ll be ok

If you think I’m playing games, tell me, there could be a change.

And I’ll give you the courtesy to treat your ass just the same.

I believe in 50/50, not 100/0 or 60/40

If there’s beauty in the struggle, then my journey has been gorgeous.

She wanted me to magic trick on her? So I disappeared

I might just be cutting people off for the rest of the year

If the game is rigged, the only way to win is to not play.

If you aren’t bringing peace into my home, then you cannot stay.

I’m a little jaded, but I’m working on myself though

Drama always sticking to me, like a pair of velcro’s

Been through hell and back, guess what? I’m still dope

I just need your ray of sunshine to give me a little hope

So make me believe in something I lost all belief in

Someone’s gonna get the best of me, put yourself in the lead then

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