An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words

We proceeded on a country road
His mother's eyes withered swoll
Her child was never coming home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed
Committed to the earth below
First seed she would sew
Would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome
The member hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own

throwback. google it.

You plus me, it equals better math

i'm tired, but i'm going live
-DJ Whutevva

that's my dude right there. had to shout him out for this one.

Who Am I

I used to be mother earth
birthing bass riddims
from the pit of my belly
to the tip of my tongue

I wanted to be the haunted waters
at the bottom of the Atlantic
still crying in pain from the
kidnapping of the sun/son

i just might be the gulf stream breeze
that flows to and fro with no
obstacles in my path

I hope to be the throbbing heart of
street scholars overcoming adversity
knowing son this too shall pass

I am the fire
ignited in the belly of the beast
smoldering throughout years of neglect
in full effect
and about to catch wreck

i will be that missing element
that soothes your soul
finishes your sentences
and makes you whole

i am love
i am pain
i am joy
i am rain
i am somebody
i am your daddy
i am god's son
i am a diplomat

i am the blood that flows through your veins
so prick your pores and let's get lifted

when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy

"You Never Know" by Immortal Technique
If you've never heard of son, let this be your first taste. If you only know about his militant raps, let this be a new perspective. If you still think hip-hop is dead, be easy.