I Am Not

I am not out for the riches. But yea, I'd like to get us outta these ditches. Tell me...how many songs should I write? How many wrongs can I right holding onto this Mic? With the weight of the world on my back. Early age, my fam gettin locked up for that crack. New thing. New game. Aint no comin back! Made a choice. Sought change. I aint WANNA do that! Reconsider what you call soft. Reconsider what you call lost. I am the unrepented sinner that they wrote off. Now I just sat at home pacin, conversatin, me, God no Satan...at my loft. They seek fame. They seek fortune at all cost. But no change. Still pain while they claim boss. They hate me that's maybe beacuse, I would speak truth now with no fear non like he does. Mentally young. Stuck in the same trap that He was! Who needs hero's when we got..."He-was"? Can't move ahead lookin back on what he does. "DO YOU". Shout out to Russell Simmons I see you. I love my passion, too. Black America Rise! I had a dream we were all birds in the sky. Oh what a feeling to fly. I saw heaven when I looked in ya eyes. Though generations lived in hell, it's amazing how ghetto people prevail. How this lady, she done put me through hell. Vice versa. Nothin like makin up. Nothing like wakin up to love... while praying to the government above that I make it through another one. Seekin ways to teach my son. Or shall I say reteach? Unless I never change and let my son be a repeat... I would speak up and speak out with no teath. No booth. No applaud. No beat. Ghetto child beatin down now I'm stronger in those SAME streets. My momma smiled and said, "Son someday, you'll preach." I preach now. To anyone who'd ever care to feel the sincere feeling inside my heart. No like? No prob, UNK...you can walk it out. I represent the ghetto from the PARK to the dirty south. I write a verse. Gotta spazz. They no what I'm talkin bout....LIFE.