Speak Truth
And then I fadeaway
As if to fallback and keep the fakes away
Shout out to Nyzzy Fe my nigga before I used to hit the haze
Or grab a bottle and sip away
Just to Let my thoughts drift away
Different days bring different waves
Thinking if I flow enough the love could be infinite
I keep you woke like a stimulant
With the quotes that I'm delivering
I no their cold and keep you shivering
And I never felt like fitting in
To me that's like imprisonment
Always thought outside of the box that folks got you living in
My influence may be limited
But I do this over instruments
To try and free my mind I'm something like an abolitionist
But way more fucking intimate
You could never measure up or be more clever cuz
There is just no equivalent
What did you promise the most high
That you won't lie
I told em give me a mic and I won't die
So I keep my pen close by
They told me u ain't got wings you won't fly
But I'll
Never accept your reality
This music lets me escape mortality
Through the boys talent he
Spreads his wings and grabs the world with his talons see
Don't let anyone tell you what you bound to be
Had to cut off the negative that surrounded me
Ain't give a fuck if was family
Tell me how me the fuck you family if you always looking down on me
I ain't even around to see and I'm still the topic of conversation
Niggas be blind to their bullshit but always got an observation
On your business like its the occupation
Just stop the hating
They say i flow like old jay I'm just tryna Rock the nation
They're afraid of their future and overcompensating
I hear their conversations

I let my heart open first
Every verse
Is like a spoken word
I just hope it's heard
Fuck that I hope it's felt
They say if it helps the beats hot
But that's a cheap shot right below the belt
Do y'all even understand what goes into this
The very fabrics of life
Are what I use when I write
My music at night
Fuck all the views and likes
Y'all ain't using it right
Young thugs abusing the mic
Got me feeling like the future ain't bright
So turn on the lights
I used to love her but now we don't got shit in common
She be letting niggas hit
That don't have a gift for rhyming
And she might not like what I'm saying but this is honest
This is a promise
That I'll always keep it conscious
For the Gods that's
Listening sipping them liquids out of goblets
Let's have a toast to the prophet
Martins the rap game Muhammed