Champions

They say I’m too old for this rap shit
I’m just here to bring some balance to your actions
Went from stashing semi automatics underneath my mattress
To under ground champion
Gangsta rap lit
Punishing you with bully rap clicks
Memory lane induces bad trips
Find salvation in the classics
Exit pain stage left, stay fresh, pray less
But me and God still on a first name basis
Can see it on the prettiest of faces
Dedicated to the homies catching cases
Caged in the metal matrix
You’re in my graces on these pages
Without you I wouldn’t have a chance to make it
Shape shift, spray clips
Weight lift the world off my shoulders
Give Destiny something to be proud of as she gets older
Money folder, surrounded by coffins and toasters
Name in lights, signing posters
Living life how I’m supposed to
Cinematic vision, not in the material sense
But in the literal sense
To have my spiritual blessed
Champions, no matter what you come from, what you come from
This isn’t about me, it’s about you
The visual you thought of
The telephone rang and I picked it up
The response was good but you could only get so far without meeting in person
What’s the worse when?
Face to face you see every aspect of the face you talk to
From the age, the pain to the flea ridden blankets, no one approaches
Human interactions amongst roaches
At the side door, no one knocks
Whether it’s the mail, bills from docs or Halloween
What I mean is you’ve been shunning and sleeping for too long
Cunning but reaching for two songs
And now it’s applause in a world full of barking dogs on all fours
And what you not up for?
Reaching up for the sweet meat that’s out of reach
Teaching that you’re not up for the means of walking with two feet
It’s man or machine, and machines break
But so do men, every soldier ends
Fresh out the water with the bends
Breaking into two parts with no defense
Divide and conquer, pay my rent
I accept the ability to respect but at the end of the day demand a check
Champions (champions), no matter what you come from, what you come from
Solitude was the fortress, a base of impenetrable borders, trapped in the
darkest of rooms with no corners
Furnished with thoughts viewed in negative like undeveloped pictures held up to
the light
Write to decipher and remove the venom from the vipers, yet the poison and the
pain both remain when they bite ya
Fight the urge to succumb to the numbest of feelings, what’s going on?
Let’s get it on, this is textual healing
Gazing to the ceiling in solo contemplation, while at the same time embracing
my own self-imposed isolation
Self preservation or at least my version of it, this is psychology taking the
form of heavy sonics
Uneconomic with the truth in the booth, free myself from the mercies of the
deliberately obtuse
Never tempted by the noose because life is a gift and you can’t taste the
opposite if you cease to exist
Seen the sun emerge from the mist and the storm clouds disperse,
witnessed the dark night permeated by brilliant light bursts
Each day is the first, one step at a time, learning to walk again,
success in this battle is simply yearning to talk again
Let war commence, I’ll be that last solitary soldier standing, surrender’s not
an option, I’ve got the heart of a champion
Champions (champions), no matter what you come from, what you come from