The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*

Awareness

Have I just called myself a rap god
Inspired by not king but chared
Burnt liymrics to burn
From his own thrown I yearn

Now I look at the number 1's
I fuck with words just for fun
Another rap has just begun
About how writing is fun
When you feel under the gun
Get it out, go for a bun
Butter it up and mow it down
Butter runs, look like a clown
But instead stead of that feeling
Get you things, just stop bleeding
Conceding, don't give in,up let your self low
Read a book, go for a walk
Listen to your favorite rap from 2pac
Wow shock, the way he wrote was like spock
Not always talking about his glock
His mama song still brings tears
Even though it's been 9 years
For me, that is truly personal to me
Nor a line I'm talking from another
But nine years since I lost my own mother
So it's not if I can relate to a song
It's the pain and happiness hidden tears of a clown
Only one hit there though
I don't want to mess up this happy flow
I was declaring myself a rapgod you know
Hitting bars, too high, too low
So Joe I go for a walk
And enjoy the birds
Sitting in, watching them drop turds
I might go downtown to see the lake
Before my heart starts to quake
Who knows how much writing lef for it'd sake
So I share my life for anothers sake
Maybe they can change their fate
Before they wind up with black lungs and heart
Through those two lost more in my cart
Cancer and COPD I know
Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disorder
Is just a big word, still low
Takes away the breath right from you
Took my mom her name was Sus
Aan the man we called PA
Those are two that I saw
Leading up to those times
Maybe this is own I'll end these lines
And ode two I admire so
The watch me now, from above, far from low