This is actually a spoken word poem and not a rap. But it made the mixtape anyways.
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August 19, 2009
By a show of hands, how many control your lives
Your fates? Your minds? How about The times?
Are we products of intelligent designs?
Now, I flow holes around those with too much to know
And To learn. See. I've moved beyond circles. I'm 3 dimensional.
How many rappers or poets, being one in the same, have depth?
How many mainstream media or culture icons walk in step?
Do you follow the rest? I make sure I've slept because
Only dreams coming to sleeping men, but I live in dreams and in words
I pass the time by writing in rhyme. I dream in rhyme.
I speak of crime. So when I speak my mind
I determine the fate of the future
Maybe mine or maybe yours
Now not all rivers flow and not all balls bounce
So you can't take a pound and mistake it for an ounce
You take what you have and not any smaller or bigger
The brain is the weapon and we must pull the trigger
In one hand I hold life, wisdom, love, hate, politics
In the other I drop science in metaphors and subtle hints
Your choices and decisions are influenced by me in one way or another
Everyone influences everyone even if they never met
How could this be? You dare to ask me?
Think before you speak, speak before you think
And we now have another circle like a cycle
Neverending, or maybe... it's a spiral
Lack of style interacts with the wild
Controls the minds of the weak and the child
Who then grows up to become the blind leading the blind
Because the time never was right for him
So, once we go back to that cycle I'll tackle the issues
Leaving you grabbing for tissues because...
Once I go to sleep that night my life becomes right
As my brain records and playbacks everything throughout the day
Just so I can awake to say, what are you doing with yourself?
Well, I speak to the many talented youths,
But the only way I'll love is if I met me
Walking down the street and took myself to dinner
Because nobody else matters once I wake up from this dream