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Tales From The Booth

Awakening from a lucid nightmare as rubbed my tiny eyes to focus I looked up to the ceiling as if I've been ready to see that vision today is Friday and I'm on a mission to eat and not get ate its to many greedy snakes wanna take my place    
   
 jealousy is in the way my hood is like a jungle where I stay man is hungry like a beast It is the bitter Potion to me the taste ain't never been sweet green leaves    
 Is the  remedy for silence and tranquility    
   
I occupy my time by spilling ink between  two lines ruled by power structure we hate taking orders from others so it's time to take over this is my life as a soldier I'm not afraid to fight and defeat the enemy      
   
 I don't need permission or purpose from others turn this world upside down, tear asunder piece by piece until I get some peace and then illusion was on a mission    
   
   
When I wrote this I was kinda hopeless needed someone heroic to bring me back and  focus to find my true self as Poet my Fan's told me I was one of the dopest before the Struggle, I didn't even know it    
   
It's in me to become Supreme and a strong Conscious Queen    
That's why I had to stop drinking    
cause it would interfere with mental thinking it was a    
matter of time before my cup was runneth  over    
   
But I'mma get mine cause others are running slower this year I'm cutting fake friends down like a mower    
   
I got a lot of work to do, and I got things to say my job as a motivational speaker is to become a real role model for the youth today yesterday I walked up to that podium and    
wiped off the mic every single stain I hope you all receive peace and blessings when you speak my name I found the God inside its my personal gift    
   
This battle ain't for the strong    
Nor the race is for the swift    
But for those who can't endure the type of fire that I spit    
   
For those that will survive all the changes of this music business it's hard to be adopted by these labels ,they rather sign a sellout clone  who's used to    
telling fables    
   
And even if I wanted I wouldn't be able to quit I gotta keep on walking til the pavement split    
   
Underneath my feet, nevertheless I fall weak my kids gotta eat, ima preach til we all living carefree    
   
gotta teach them to live more    
 not for what they're are out here dying for I am somebody weather I'm rich or I'm poor    
   
I ask myself    
If its a good enough reason    
If so I'm willing to go out like it was my last season breathing    
   
To conquer the world I gotta keep    
 a clean spiritual physique    
No liquor, no trees    
No cigarettes, no E's    
No milk, no cheese    
No eggs, no meat    
Just mediation and peace    
   
workouts,  and good night sleep,    
chatting my best lyrics I'm the one that they can't defeat but remember me just as I am because I'm not a superhero    
   
 I am a Misfit they might see my glory but don't know my story    
 it's self explanatory all week people have been telling me that they were sorry but I can't sit down with you killers and I can't eat with y'all haters    
   
Ain't no loyalty and we are not homies I always got the burner on me    
I am a one woman army    
 let thy path take you like a broken branch in the river I'm ready to deliver my eighth album like a newborn    
   
Whenever I emcee with other rappers we all sound like a bunch of Mad Hatters at the end of the day the    
"Music Matters"      
   
 
Written by Pimp2ThaFuture04 (Wise Conscious)
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Couldn't sell my soul to become famous
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