Ghost -n- Shadows Afraid of Me

Buffoons -n- their buffoonery, no bunco just jealousy tryna lambaste me with their lampoonery, I write what I see -n- what is real to me, this way I optimize my wits, lambency, thy thoughts trap thoughts in its labyrinth to escape, think more diligently -n- laboriously, I’ll fill your heart -n- mind lacunas with a lagniappe, laconically don’t hate cuz your lackadaisical ways emotionally get caught up in thy poetic traps, I give you culture, fresh, new, vibrant words -n- stories of real life -n- facts about this habitually racially divided hell hole of a habitat, gyrfalcons with color phases ranging from white to black, a king without the diplomatic immunity, White America spoke sarcastically the chutzpah of him, to say this to me impulsively, immodestly -n- immorally, smiling enjoying his impunity, you know they can’t wait to find me in fault -n- find me guilty, for what my mind possesses, brings them to their knees, buffoons -n- their buffoonery, no bunco, just jealousy tryna lambaste me with their lampoonery, I write what I see -n- what is real to me, this way I optimize my wits lambency, thy thoughts echo why are these motherf*ckers so afraid of me, for I haven’t done half the sh*t to them that they’ve done to me.

You feel this pain that runs

Through me, for my people still

Suffering -n- tryna heal from over

400 years of slavery -n- I hold the

Native American Indians

Hands for they suffered just as

Much as we, now they control us

With the need of money or the love

Of it, we can shut this b*tch

Down, I just need the people with

Me, Real Talk