I'm talented JUST enough to gain notice
But I struggle with affirmations and tend to lose focus
Like--The gun that shot my people-Erepo-dead-lock behind his seatbelt
Like, where did your talent come from?
Dumb, some inquisitions
Like that that fight that four beat my black ass down
But I lumped one
You probably like, "Where's he going with this?"
Like the back of my father's fist that crossed my jaw so hard
I still hear the snap of his thick wrist
Whose talented sh*t is this?
Not mine, and that's fine
Like when I take Quervo shots with my home slice
Salt, slice of lime
I wish I had that spark like P. Diddy
Dude rhyme real sh*tty…let's be real-itty
But on a bad day, sun worth like One Fitty
No silly, not dollah dollah billi, I mean milli
And that ICKA Jigga, can boast the same figure
I'm not hating but it's frustratin' to be just ANOTHER
And look who
Give honorable mention to
When I couldn't fathom the talent or E.A. POE
See. They. Show.
U-US only what they think we should know
It's like make the negroes think they got a hand in the industry
When "We just need them INTHESTREET to bring in more urban revenue for me!"
And Me, unsubstantially
The man I should be
So please don't compliment me
'Cause all I got is shade for your accolades
If it was up to me I'd be paid
Or would I
Like when and hour is lost in Autumn
And the sun dies
Funny how I see my so-called talent
Though my skeptical and ethnically placed eyes…