Time For The Real

I’m mekin mi return
Yes mi words are still fresh to def
I’ve been deaf and blind
To da divine gift dat da divine one
Help to me to define da one person
Dat I am
Which is…
Great, a true genius
I sit here Lupe singing to my soul
The lord guiding my mind which is guiding my hands
To speak da truth to the weak
The broken the worn da weary
The strong and the meek
I very words I speak the shit I utter
Is utterly ridiculous
I could be a jay-z or a Nas
But I say na cause I refuse to be a stereo-type
I write to free my soul to go to another world
Sail away from gun shots and beef
Go to the soft meadows that I heard so many
White people talk about
I sit in the quiet and move my head to the beat
Nodding slowly while digging every word I hear
And feelin every word I write
It only feels right when a pen is in my hand
Born with this gift I will be damned
If I let it go to waste so I paste myself
To my chair I type I write cause I have to make
The world right I have to fight
For what you say
For mi race
For mi place
For mi good
For mi hood
For mi
I will not lay down and be quiet
I will stand tall never falling for trick and scams
Scram cause I never make the same mistake
Im movin with a change of pace
Its time for you to see my face
Im taking my place back as numba one son
Im making a new movement
Im like jay-z
Black Thought is coming outta retirement
I meant everything I said and everything said is meant
I will fight this cause is the devil is tryin to take mi down
But the ground will not get the satisfaction
I must take action
Gimme a pen and paper
I will bring the audience
Cause the world wants to know the real
Well here I am.