Spitiful - Freeverse #1 2/7 lyrics

[Verse 1] When was the last time you gave the truth an opportunity Opportune time to stop being a slave to my poverty Proverbs predict placement, pray probably To stop the robbery of me from my display of immunity Usually, I'm suitably, sitting in the background Eyes closed to an open world, the blindness is profound Surround my senses with hate, have them covered in tape And drain me through wet dreams before I wake I break when I place my foot on the brake And life doesn't decelerate so I'm no further from fate Wounds salted to exacerbate The condition in which I'm living Spend your whole life with a vision And die the day before it all comes to fruition I told the world that they should give the truth an opportunity My community instead steals my youth and unity Usually, I become aggravated and I hate it Spitting the best bars today and my skin keeps me segregated But still I can relate, I grew up poor Wishing for more, I stretched before I reached for a handout or I tore You couldn't break me, my spirit is eternally lit I spit this sh** and ever so quick every fan jumped onto my dick I kick, hard as I can, until the day I get home When I'm alone, I reach for the philosopher's stone And Spitiful the lyrical miracle performs musical magic The illusion of owning the world when you still don't have it Can he hack it? Would he make it in the Big leagues? Questions I ask myself and answer when the pig bleeds Mystery and intrigue over where this life will bring me Quickly, you blink and it's gone Slow it down, take oxy moron, I'm drug free, that's an oxymoron, bumping oxymoron Calm me down to the snakes in the gra** I've depressed They've grown to be the size of the loch ness And their teeth are ready to bite in cold blood for hot flesh Still, I lift the world like Ken Patera Still strong enough to clap the a** of Vida Gurerra And outrun Ferrah Leave the faucet dripping, I'm a contradiction Shooting blanks living in a Contra prison Tonkas wheels spinning, I'm running over opposition Obsolete when you speak who you be this is audio battery Who is me? The S-P-I-T, give to me the GOAT and I'll feast on he And his veal, how it feel To know I'd chop down that family tree Baddest lumberjack on the planet Planted my feet on the ground and you can't stand it In a world that's corporate-branded I am to change the demographic