REAL TALK

Written 10/2006

Writin’ in my book of rhymes all the words past the margin.
Who startin’?
Who want beef?
I’ma keep it cookin’ and make sure that ish is sizzlin’ ‘til I’m makin’ it cease.
All you brothers beefin’ better be happy that I don’t eat red meat,
or I would come out buckin’ but I’m a man of peace.
Shalom ya’ll.
Still any rapper steppin’ is steppin’ closer to downfall.
It’s a slippery slope and my lyrics is dope.
Snorted, shot or smoked they givin’ all my people hope.
I’m like a Civil Rights leader workin’ for the right to vote.
I feel hate,
But keep it movin’ because I’m a man on a mission.
It ain’t all about the money but I’m a be insistent,
that I get mine.
I will give all away later,
but I gotta get it now to send a message to haters.

Faith, Hope & Love

CA