Back From Brooklyn

I'm an artist...& I'm sensitive about it
Tryna answer the call but the missions getting crowded
I been spitting lyrics before Silkk said he was bout it
But so what? Stand against God or sit beside him
Besides, I'm surrounded by Poseidon
On an island
Studying indigenous citizens I derived from
I'm a lion, fighting for what's provided
My child or tight thighs, that's what my eyes on
Supernatural, its more than a name, its a posture
Imposters ready to pop like they was rock stars
I come in the name of power & demonstration
Its crazy...your job is my vacation
Praying not to move in haste, but I'm impatient
I'm Michael, was never one of them but they trained me
I'm Randy, my failed intentions, they shaped me
I'm Namond... I'll never meet your expectations
I'm Dukie, never got a shot. Never learned the form
So when they gave me the rock, I put it in the arm
I'm wired to my desires
I'm alive but realize what I'm alive for
So I'm Sharif guarding the cooler
Used to say I put my heart in my music
But my heart is wicked, so really I was poisoning people instead of letting God use me to pursue them
I'm a king I'm a gem
God's the goal, He's the net, He's the rim
Can I live?
I'm the wound, He's the crutch
I'm the tomb where He got up....from
Son...I'm tryna tell you
I'm the evidence, the paraphernalia
Dead to my failures, dead to my ailments
Dead to the pressure
& if my life is a movie, every breath is the trailer