Focus The Truth - Basquiat lyrics

She asked for love The lack thereof Got her actin up Back to clubs Having fun Hope you strapping up I used to think about her but if she call I probably pa** her up Chuck a deuce, sip some juice, whoopty woo what it do Still that dude from the era of more likes than love Over drink liquor than start fights in clubs Crazy sh#t but in real life its love I ride for my brothers, if all else fails I might die for my brothers Don’t lie to my mother Living in the moment feeling like a martyr Feeling like I’m chosen this is where you cue the roses Blurting out thoughts still trying to find closure People think I’m great but I lack the exposure Please keep your composure I’m low but I’m quite hot Polos and white socks Breakfast from IHOP Red eye high but please I’m no Cyclops Real recognize real this where the lies stop Why not Raw rapping don’t need a stylist Peacemaker but if provoked then prone to violence King focus don’t want the throne give me the palace Diamond engraved chalice Its all about balance Perspective connected With n#ggas who love malice Reckless my bro sip lean like we in Dallas Breathless, I run through rappers with no challenge Carnivore Im Basquiat with the art of war Feel the pain through my monologue Still trying to get it all Still trying to find it all Second Verse – Oswin Benjamin The veteran you ain’t better than, who harder than him Who you know go harder than him in harder denim It’s hard to mention another heart with a mission to split the division To touch the heart of the hardest sinner Art like a renaissance Create a movement when the pen is drawn This black ranger talk I’m a mastodon Exposing all of me on every track masta don This for y’all who said the pa**ions gone Carrying the culture on the same back that got lashes on em Cotton pickers and crack endorsers An outlaw fighting southpaw Ain’t no punches when I record You jacka##es I ain’t hee hawing with you God is with him Scriptures pierce ears like a lobe incision Dodging them Delilahs with the hoe like symptoms Breaking walls lacking wisdom cracking codes im the black Di Vinci Arm leg leg arm head see this is God body Stained gla** on the temple just know that God got him The sun tzu is the sun and moon who the son of truth Know you can't throw shade on the sun if its sonning you Basquiat in 83 and undiscovered genius Standing firm like Nas in 97 for what I believe in You feel me