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My Allegory
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9th Wonder
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In the background church hymns sing April 15, she birth him From the heavens where they sent him Pontius Pilate cursed him They knew he was a threat to their oppression yet he somehow survived their domination Here to save the nation, he was anti-abomination At the time he was too young to understand it all, still fascinated by the simple things & furthermore Every morning had to wake up & get water from the river, they were poor What they had was enough cos he never wanted more The only thing that really mattered was the company around him Surrounded by his people & they loved him Whenever he was down, they would hug him Eventually, the pendulum swings Sunday afternoons, he was runnin through the streets, tryna blend in with the freaks, witnessing killings & drug dealings, got exposed to demons A misguided young n***a got the gift with the curse, differentiating all the good from the bad n***as were mad, others isolated cause like him they never knew their own dads He made peace with it, moved on Same ol' sh*t, new song Attention please, here's the plot twist It gets fun, transition from the prodigal son to the chosen one Straight from the concrete, that's where he rose from Where he came; all em' folks were satisfied & settled for less but not him, he had to break out Stepped onto the scene & took bread out Hoping that they follow from the blueprint that he laid out Guess not, narrow minded n***as in their 30's & they wonder why we damaged They couldn't see the vision but it worked to his advantage For many years he practised All the pressure on his back, n***as thought he wouldn't manage He left em all in awe, droppin' jaws The hood was at war, ey don't you tell me bout the law Who gives a damn about us? A Glock nine the only thing a black n***a can trust cos when the cops shoot us, who we gon' call? And once my life is gone, can't nobody give it back to me I tried to talk to God but he ain't talking back to me, i think he got his back to me, devil's tryna dance Should fake my death & go to France Premeditated suicide caught up in a trance Nobody truly knows me & it's all cool wimme Apologizing in advance should the money change me (I know i got my girl to guide me back to the light so lemme get high just for the night) Letter to the ghetto, we gon' be alright Who woulda that I'd be rapping on beats, publicizing all my views & beliefs While my n***as back home are busy hugging the streets Mythologic God, sumn like Pluto, i'm in agony What happened to the man in me, who wanted to change the world; He saw that they got Jesus crucified (Why) Cos Lucifer lied So it's time to ask yourselves who really setting us back? Is it The Man? Or the land that we demand? Are we hindering the evolution? How many revolutions we gon have fore' we do the right thing? Rip to all the great men; Martin Luther King, 2Pac, Alexander The Great One Caucasian 50 Years later & they legends in the making Lord i pray for better days & to keep a strong faith The hood is knocking on the door but they'd rather see a black n***a strapping his gun Damn
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