For the days that I wanted to die
I beg of you
Before I'm six feet beneath the soil
Before the maggots hug my flesh to a shivering carca**
Speak of me as I am
Nothing false nor set down ought in malice
I pray that you would tell them, that I died a proud man
That I was one who never spoke unless it improved upon silence
Tell them I never moved unless it improved upon stillness
This here was no walk in the park
That life felt like a cigarette break, during a one night stand
There were mornings where I wanted to staple my eyelids shut because the sunrise was a horror film that I never wanted to wake up in
Tell them I wasn't perfect
Speak of fear
Speak of discouragement
Speak of the days where I shouted as loud as dynamite hissing through a funeral
How I danced through the gauntlets during the day, how I still made it home in time to kiss my mother goodnight
Speak of gladiators
Speak of honor
Speak of the nights that my eyesockets swamped my nights into a river
Tell them that I was honest and felt everything,
Tell them that I didn't hide,
That an army of hooded men with sickles, introduced themselves to my front door
And my fist was a pistol
Tell them that I was a righteous man, that I was a righteous man
That I was my brothers keeper
That I held my friends tight, like the first drop on a rollercoaster
Speak of loyalty!
Speak of the wars that us kings fought against the blood-leeching demons
Goblin-like creatures with mouths as wide as the gates of hell!
High-jacking my serenity until it set ablaze like a church in the south!
Speak of horror!
Speak of these equator arms that wrapped around the woman that I found paradise in
Tell them that I was one who loved not wisely, but far too well
That- that I was never afraid to wear my heart on my outfit
And I adore the things my wife will one day hate about herself, tell them
Tell them I picked up my son every single day and I told him that he was a miracle
That my daughter had the spine of a daffodil and gleaming pearls in her iris's
Tell them I kept it real!
Tell them that I kept it funky!
Tell them that I kept it 100!
That I kept it “G'd up from my feet up”!
That I was, “Real rap raw, in the flesh!”
That I “RARRR RARRR LIKE A DUNGEON DRAGON!”
That they tried to lock me, they tried to lock me in a cage!
And I regurgitated bars, behind bars, behind bars!
Like- like
“Rhyming is the fight in me!
Devil tried to lie to me!
Dancing in my brain, clip, boom!
That's lobotomy!
Poetry is powerful!
My homies on the side of me
Saving lives (slowing down), being kings
Loving all the God in me! Tell Them”
Tell them I found the Lord in this microphone and that I loved him
I loved him fiercely
That every single time I open my voice box, I reveal the truth
Like what is math? What is math? What is logic?
There is only God
Tell them that I was monument
Tell them that I am scripture, I beg of you before I'm six feet beneath the soil
Before the maggots hug my flesh into a shivering carca**
Tell them that Carvens Lissaint was human