It's a sin
Just much as a sin as killing a person and stealing and everything else
It's a sin for me not to be doin' what I'm doin
If I chose to take the easy way out knowing that I have this gift
Everybody can rap
But only a few get in these positions
You know, where they can really speak, you know
To a generation of people
Follow
The reality of a sinner
This shit ain't easy for no beginner
The reality of a sinner
In this game, it ain't no fuckin winners
I know I'm one of the few
This the type of shit that a nigga wanted to do
Music is my release, dedicated to speak to the truth
Any means possible when I get in the booth
I mean my iPhone, I mean the fuckin computer
This is what you expect from a Adam Deshawn Jr
Nigga rapping slow but I did it quick in one
It wasn't a challenge, I did it quick and won
Respect
Ima say that shit with my chest
Uncle Richie Jr. would keep a nigga in check
These rappers are no threat
Cuz shit ain't happened yet
Steady blowin smoke because of the internet
My talents are very blessed
A nigga done went to school
When I'm on the mic I'm never actin a fool
I'm speakin up to my generation
You know that the Indigo takin the nation
Life, death, strife, health, grind grippin' the grim
Garnish the Gardeners, hardship is scarring left if my limbs
Serapha's wrath is magma crackin' in the cleft in his chin
Yet the only thing that's left is the bereft that's within
Stretchin' the sheath as the opposition surrounds us
Blade crafted from my heritage, my honor and my magnum opus
And the modus operandi is amalgam
Elixir hittin' stains on the elders and the child
Um, the sword paints a bloody picture
To counteract the decibel levels of broken whispers
Katana in my hand, I avoid the golden glitters and pitfalls of stressed, pressed catacomb splitters
Standalone sinners, we are one with the clan
The only lone wolves to go hunt in the clan
The blade that started it all is bringin' the cycle to a halt, screeching
I bleed out, ephemeral weapons
Don't fight demons