The Lincoln & Lincoln Job Fair
A.J. Throwback
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Bless my momma's heart tryna caution How when called as an artist, steak is forsaken My skull and bones patient at paintings, waiting for platings The pain in the slaving, tryna hook 'em with minutia The payments are greater when you're pushing up petunias So Nina with young, gifted Blackening, but masculine Art of tying shoes, but barely mastered it But scanned every magazine and front page passage they ever handed him Irony: everybody's drawing up the plans for him, sans him Talent, blessings, selections in abundance Love buses? Designing's the direction of the funding Or a published pundit with perspective out the wazoo With exclamated points, but he's not your average Yahoo Problem with having these massive imaginings Bammas cough, sneeze, hack at my path like pathogens So when I get exact in the facts of what passion is Support is like food in a bomb shelter: they rationing Dry, package him, chill Saying I should do this, do that Whole time, they really saying, screw this, pursue that But I ain't goin' through that (Why not?) 'cause if I do that I'm looking at myself in the mirror like who dat, I'ont know you, bruh Saying I should do that, do this Telling me forget about it, move past the music But when I try to lose it (What happens?), man, it's useless I'm already rich, so you can have back your two cents Maybe it's the Jones in my Bones, I ain't talkin' Brown Sugar I mean chalk, number twos and hangin' round boogers Momma's disposition, admired it so much, became the heart of me But for the forty millionth time, teaching's not for me Probably would make me hate my favorite color forever Critiquing people's thoughts, making papers dumb endeavors Over-testing, the greatest of culprits in killing dreams Got 'em catching more Zs than boarding at Silver Spring Well, how 'bout the law? Got a PoliSci degree Eh, how 'bout the nah, court is Double Dare, people talking slime to me Needing to bathe in holy waters of the Nazareth I'll leave it to Kevin Lomax to play the advocate Two words don't go together: Joe and depression But possible with hopeless objections, motion suppressions Besides, there's a reason why lawyers always demanding more Two cents is nothing when Sallie Mae knocking at your door Front me? GoFundMe? I thought so Saying I should do this, do that Whole time, they really saying, screw this, pursue that But I ain't goin' through that (Why not?) 'cause if I do that I'm looking at myself in the mirror like who dat, I'ont know you, bruh Saying I should do that, do this Telling me forget about it, move past the music But when I try to lose it (What happens?), man, it's useless I'm already rich, so you can have back your two cents Politics could've been the move Something in being the megaphone for the voiceless Empowering the powerless with choices But even with my leadership anointed, can I avoid it To go from street appointed to the points in disappointment I've seen the fine line between favored and favors Bargaining at tables in a chambers full of imaginary players Politicking is nothing but classy pimpin Wanting pieces of me, but I am not Ashlee Simpson Rare essence for sure Pure, the music, allure without the handsome-looking carcass It's always coming back like Boomerangs I took from Marcus Difference is love brought me back in time And when it comes to keys, I don't shy away from hammer time But when I tell 'em my destiny's always been an artist My pitches get met with a Noah like a Syndergaard and Side eyeing me, sighing like, Who you tryna be Exhausted from their muffling, who died and made you Meineke Whole time, I'm flattered by the gestures But zealots turn professors when I've done my four years worth in lectures Endeavors which appear as fig trees instead of cheering the big dreams Rather call on Phil Jackson for the pyramid schemes, so Unless we're talking beats, save your breath Couldn't knock my hustle with a ram from the ATF Call it being defensive, sensitive or maybe getting frank But two cents is better off in fountains, wishing wells and Jay's piggy bank Even he's got a twenty tucked away, feel me Saying I should do this, do that Whole time, they really saying, screw this, pursue that But I ain't goin' through that (Why not?) 'cause if I do that I'm looking at myself in the mirror like who dat, I'ont know you, bruh Saying I should do that, do this Telling me forget about it, move past the music But when I try to lose it (What happens?), man, it's useless I'm already rich, so you can have back your two cents
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