OVERDUE

Pain, passion and purpose,
Prestigiously positioned
to present all the possibilities
pondered on by past generations
I've travelled triumphantly
through turbulent times
Tainted by faded tissues and scars
torn between the tales of romance and the telling of her true story
I refuse to be unwrapped unless in safe quarters
of advently spirited brethren and only lovers of my soul
I'm done lovin' you
For now I love who loves me
in my entirety, for you to love me
is long overdue
realizing what wasn't willing to love appropriately, unapologetically
the injustice of hypocrisy, mistakened as a misunderstanding
No boo, no, no, no no
see when the seasons changes and farmers take note, take record of harvest rain
you beared no crops, bore no grains
so with a swift, chop and plow,
I style with a closing finesse, wildly exiting
the mischievousness of an evil grasp
Let loose, obtuse is you!
Broken free to dream and finally make those things a reality
You see its long overdue
They say don't call it a comeback...
Well, I say carry on tradition
reprogramming my conditioning
Don't want to be known as a Lauryn too
See, there's a standard to the crown you seek
No longer accepting verbal personal apologies
Only pedigrees in morality
We just ain't pulling these stupid stunts no more
Smoking blunts with chumps who dump folly and lack of integrity amongst the family
It's overdue, to pull this rank
General in hand
Never no need to doubt me
Kissing pinky rings, only respect me
in time, you'll love me
But that's not the goal, for the speaker of the truth has no friends
For this life,
no longer just willing to go through the trials
no longer tolerating tantrums from tyranny, miss me
As you will in essence as well as presence
Suffering it will be for those who settled again for the status quo
I'm going for the gusto!
Hall of fame seeker
Rock and roll believer,
HIP to the snares and traps
HOP across the rocks they throw,
Sippin' scotch as I blast nasty NAS through my speakers,
Ya'll don't hear ha!
For the time will come when you can no longer run
Time to pay the piper, the tax collector
Niggas' audacity in attempts to avoid these audits in three's
You'll see, paying price gouges in the mental, physical, and spiritual offenses
indebted to me
Call me what you want my G
Play with my street and doubt my integrity
I'm coming for ya card, some niggas have to learn hard
Not 1, not 2, not 3,
I'm coming in an army
it's only your destiny
A day of mercy and reckoning...
Peace