Return To Sender

They told me I could never achieve-
But blood, sweat, and tears could be seen
When I made the pen bleed.
Cutting up the paper like pale white flesh;
This is a Death Note from my lead,
But you got the "L's" over your forehead!
Shredded up the construction paper,
Built me from scratch.
No catch-
It's all free.
I do me.
You try to rape my character,
I'll put you on an IV.
Survive these-
Heavy machete pen strikes.
It's like gashing open a windpipe-
When they gasp in amazement.
Laying down the beginning of my foundation,
And smoothing out the pavement-
Let me tell it to the worms,
And break it down in laymen terms.
You ain't getting the Holy Grail,
Only a mock urn.
Cause I own it;
I got every component to make it grant my every true wish.
This is my world-
F*ck Wayne's;
I'm not on anyone's lanes,
I'm up high like the Jetson's.
And I could give a sh*t about the words of discretion,
Like a Spartan stating my profession,
I'ma scream with the lungs of a warrior-
And die like a King...
Leaving a better tomorrow for my loved ones,
After I wrap up my present.
And it's as if I was heaven sent,
And rejected by this earth,
Send me back-
I'll be waiting for my next rebirth.