Throwback

You would have sworn I grew up In the nineties Looking for a change in light I try and make it in the night But I'll never know if I'm right Because this type of shit you ain't Supposed to write You're supposed to freestyle it on The block at night but I never Had confidence And even if I did I wasn't looking For the consequence but now I Have 2 more cents and I'm ready To vent because this ain't no Normal shit No my words aren't myth I grew up looking to be agent Smith Waiting for the day the FBI Came to my school Felt in a different dimension too We need you After that I started having Reaffirming thoughts that maybe My moth isn't so pointless That maybe I do make some Good choices Hell yah I listen to the voices it Ain't pointless God gave you a gift use it You fucking stupid Are you even lucid Or were you wounded like me When the truth was to much to Handle you see My family full of regret and even Since a young boy I stood tall like A cadet Until I was set and set a Bet that I could get out of this Emotional debt That they put me In Making me wish death is what I Met I'd kiss it on the lips and say it's My time to go Because when I'm ready it's so She only told me I had to blow And glow The souls would follow But why are you people so Hollow What did you have to swallow To make you wollow Because mine took constant Abuse Like trying to light a fuse with Water There is no one to blame for my Mental slaughter Empath has its own path and I Know that But a man need a bath and some Head I'm done being lead down the Lower road by my fellow human Souls Id also like if we could light a roll If you do it good enough I'll give You a mental stroll I'm a simple man With simple plans Just if I can get it in the can Than the plan is to whiz past Moving fast Blast anyone out from the past That don't pay homage I promise I'm pure knowledge Core principle is truth It's my root It's my forbidden fruit Come here baby take my babe Ruth I have a message to shoot Bang bang Never was in a gang Almost decided to hang But then a little birdy sang And then the phone rang Bang bang Gang gang I hung up the phone I think I just need to be stoned My skills need to be honed So I start with rap I won't carry a strap until it gets To bad on the map And it turns into a trap And I scrap 3 perfect rhymes Because I don't feel like I have What it takes to get with the Times but everytime I start I Hear the chimes and I'm ready to Climb But I'm running skipping a Couple steps I'm just trying to not look at These webs If I shall have a few missteps it'll Be nothing new I'm clumsy and a Jew Being an empath means I know How they felt too My thought process is new based Off of the old I grew up without a mold Never listen to authority but I Was always a conformity But for sobority I want a stack I'm not like that but I'm poor and Need a better mood Except I'm the dude who will Figure it out So I have a mic now How do I use it Son't tell me or I might abuse it My knowledge I can't reduce it But the only way I can project is To produce it