Gates of Ishtar

As the curtain rises I close my eyes and ask the gods to be my guides tonight
As many times as I have done this still the rhymes ain’t right
If I could make that song that sums me up in 48 It would be the last lines I write
Cause theres a well of emotion inside me that rivals the Nile river and the current wants to take me under, it just might
So let me grip this mic and turn my words to life preserves survival guides that lead the lost and lonely towards the light
I am me I live not for glory no BET award we want Pulitzers for my story
Cuz money ain’t gonna change the danger of driving while black and dollar bills ain’t gonna hide the families ravaged by crack
I’m still reeling from that
Yet they do not want to hear me
Too conscious of my conscience and that’s much too revealing
They want mere bravado to take the place of true feeling though I will not twerk for you, but yes I will invoke for you
Light this black and mild and pour this water on the earth for you Cuz Malcom ain’t see this N*ggaz on the red carpet grinnin for the most flicks
Offerin' up their souls to whoever got the most hits and
We still out here waitin for a savoir to speak for us but their notepad is full of empty pages but
I got a mouthful of anecdotes and sage advice so
Put this jawn on repeat so babies can hear it twice and
Maybe that will spark a flame that refuses to be contained so freedom can come from pain that we’ll no longer be censored they’ll be forced to see the ugly truth and the beauty that we’ve invented
Im, venting every time I
Step into the sound booth if I dont let it out then my vocals will become sound proof then I can't tell the lil girls that minds are what’s to be treasured and worth is not determined by the behinds us that we measure
Well that’s just my two cents not sure who can hear me but
I hope it’s not in vain the introduction to the real me