The Listening..
Im old but in the view Raven Simone, and I'm cooler than Razor Ramone / King Richard finally made it to the throne, first I found my wife I couldn't make it alone/ it takes a hundred men to build the kings castle, but it only takes one woman to make it a home/Man the block is so ruthless, knots in your pockets looted, you getting knocked or the nuces, plus cops is shooting/ progression is the key, I'm not the best with speed, but I don't fear slowing down I'm scared of not moving/ So I always move forward, from that Sentra to a Taurus, back in 2004, when I was living dormant/ I was playing pro ball injuries ended all that, so I could I either find my purpose or fall back/ I started off picking purses in all black, then I started penning these verses with all facts/
We need more fathers that'll train sons, teach to shoot for the stars instead of aiming guns/ it doesn't matter if you dream of 1,000 new paths, if you wake up every morning and walk on the same one/ You gotta constantly scope look for the new routes, that section 8 crib should inspire your new house/ You gotta reach for new heights, it's potholes not mountain tops that take your new tires out/ Modern day lynching with shells from the guns, not too far from the hell hath hung/ you start question your freedom when your bell get rung, all this for pushing sour & the Reggie/ We all want the flowers and the veggies, but you can't plant a garden without inhaling the Smell of that dung/ it's the trials and tribulations that amount to greatness, an eye drop of love cataminate an ounce of the hatred/ I love my enemies, they are my foot stools to the light switch, then my moon reflect me, and make sure the nights lit/ providing light for those lost in the wilderness, the cost of a pilgrimage authored in pillaging/ and marred in ignorance, so God gave me flow, to lead these lost souls towards soundscapes are amazing/
Let's Go...
I make sure every bar is exquisite, when I write it's like art painting pictures/ I cry for the dealers I cry for the addicted and pray that they both find God through the scriptures/ but if You can't taste the food thought or actually feel the rhymes that I'm spitting/ and you blind to the light or smell what I'm cooking I bet your 5 senses that you probably didn't listen/ and now you need Devine Intervention, I know brother locked up but they ain't never been to prison/ I'm trying to free they mind, from squeezing the nine, to reflect His light like a beam through a prism/so be careful when you ball because when the devil involved he don't care if he's wrong as long as he winning/ so lyrically it's the quickness, power and precision, it's hurt less to sit upon a mountain than a tack/ I just got one question to ask, can you lead? I can sniff out cowards its Devines intuition/ man you can save a million lives in hour worth a raps, so when I'm working on my craft, it's not rap its mission/ but we in an age where all rappers sound same, I mean can y'all blame me for creating a little distance/ I could give man a fish and feed him for a day but if I teach a man to fish I can feed him for a lifetime/ but if y'all ain't got reel lines, and hooks for the bait then I got one question how in hell are Ya'll fishing/ get it? Reel, lines, bait... I'm cooking! Sheesh Carama in the kitchen/
Good Thoughts..
Let me pursue queen you don't have to call first, & relax I don't care if your bra burst/ all the Instagram likes wow that's hard work, but I'm just trying to see how your heart work/ you want a PayDay or that Whatchamacallit? I'm the chocolate with the nuts and yes I could make your Starburst/ But let's build, conversation you know talk first, cause if a man pushes up that he's obserd/ You should yourself so far in the word, that if a man wants you, he gone have to find God first/ yes you are sexy but you are also intelligent, precious, elegant, special and heaven sent/ these are all facts queen no imbelishments, throwback woman that black nostalgia/ as a matter of fact you a classic album, your voice like vinyl and God painted the artwork..
Yo Yo...
Always remember love you are queen, but but beware jokers descised as kings/ and it's not just overt creeps that'll grope breast, it's them fake righteous brothers like Hotep to show depth/ It was Black Lives Matters but by 4th text, he FaceTiming looking for phone sex/ look girl if I see I'm a call it, I'm retired from the game in husband and a father/ and I know all my players like Carama why hating? This hate this is game man I got 2 daughters/ I call it beautiful karma, because they both dime pieces & when they start dating I'm going to cock that revolver/ and you know the old saying what goes around comes around, & all I can think about is all the girls i had riding my.../ hey dad, Tyrone at the door, who? My boyfriend dad, nah take this four pound!!!!!
