Opus's of hopelessness, wrote this under an open twist
With a focused poets wrist cope with dope like a coke line
I wrote rhymes In no time, so fine with a close line to freedom within my broken mind, melodic told me to grab the rope and climb
Mature enough not to be blowing nine stacks on this dime cats
Roll in gra**es were there are snakes, and you will find rats
I want the feeling of being a human within again
The devil commends me to sin, sending a pretending friend to begin a wind that blends in with my skin
Always attends amends and defends what I humbly send
Motivational speakers, loads of faceless preachers can't make me listen
Fake the funk or take that sh** for granted, planted seeds in the granite
Plan to withstand panic, be a man, so I ran it back
Took his hand, took the world in the palm of my hand and vanished
Smoking on something good, praying for something better
Dante smith told me that, UMI said to bring your sweater in this cold world
J knows with patience comes the payroll
To many thoughts in my mental
My potential is monumental
Ready to attack and embrace my dream
It's for the love you stupid evils I could still chase the cream
In my place I stand, a man of God with the shield as my protection
Soul melodic and 39 point hip hop in the right direction