No Protection

Time to go to work,

I stay up writing, hellbent.

Ain't running out of gas,

Like I stay flatulent.

I don't need a cross to stay spiritual,

I flow with the inner energy, like a lyrical ritual.

Some say I'm possessed by demons-

I'm telling ya'll I'm possessed by good dreamin'.

Sometimes I wish for more nightmares,

So positivity would seem distant.

But with all these open doors,

How can I not be persistent?

I coulda quit and became a bum,

Sipped some rum,

Ho-hummed while my liver was dying with each bottle drunk.

But I ain't a drunk- not because I can't drink.

More because I've got better things planned than being one of those broke asses.

I stay hammering you b*****s like a motherfucking blacksmith-

And f**k money,

Biggie told me that lead to mo' problems on that Bad Boy Classic.

So I'm slamming the casket-

On the me that would have died miserably.

On a different space continuum, like a sci-fi movie.

I'm after my treasure- like pirates on booty.

And I ain't from the Caribbean,

But my hot flow turns rock hard, like obsidian.

You can suck my peace pipe-

Even if you ain't Indian-

I'm bringing sickness like medieval Europeans.

Unofficial real talk like a Klingon,

I'm on a Star Trek-

I'm about to get my Spock on.

This game is a target,

And I got a lock-on.

F*****g up this American Pie for what it's worth-

Without a sock on.