Invictus

Trial by the sun in the desert
Find solace knowing that I’m not too far from the heavens
Why the end of the block look like Plymouth
Seen a lot of nigga soar
Some plummet for a penny
Found wealth in my pain
Immortality I gain
This the voice for the weak
For the caged
For the slain
Found death of my self
In the rooms that I prayed
Shed skin, tipped scales
Birds won’t sing as they caged
Invictus
Even back when old bitches tried to evict me
Niggas that I loved
Would’ve gav them a kidney
Showed thy colors, quite tainted in they pigment
What’s a God to a figment?
Melanin in its richness
I stumbled into kingship
After many missteps
Misplaced my breath
My name ring bells through halls like Congress
The universal locksmith
Grab your bags today…
There must a faster way
Over to the island like it’s castaway
Spent all day in the pussy
Like I don’t got no tax to pay
It go perfect with the Cabernet
Old soul, standing on the side of the rode
Found rhythm through dodging these stones
Sylvester Stallone
Stick with my creed, until I pass away
Gotta pretty bitch in here to annotate
Leave it up to me improvise and then I innovate
Cannot tie my body, or my feet
Rising, murder rate
Pandemic dreaming bout them sold out dates
And reminiscing on my younger plays
Find a fixture on the moment and lens into the future
Years of learning all alone, I never even had a tutor
How my kin become a tumor
How my sins become a memoir
That you listen to I hope for more than humor
Get a glimpse inside my mind
Can’t hold it close, I’ll never lose it
In the midst of betrayal & the midst of confusion