[Ezekiel]

I’ve been bruised too I earned those stripes

No cape without the thorns I guess ‘cause heroes right?

But you see this stage you see those lights?

I know pops’ King but I hate Tito’s life

I know I know I know humility is fish at Kentucky Fried Chicken

Know what’s best for me to let go of my will and my visions

I know the recipe that conjures a typical Christian

I hope I rest in peace the corpse of that twisted position

I’ve learned religious terminology from A to Z and

I learned from Barney to make believers I make believe in

But leaders but.. (what about the poetry)

They masquerade to me

I’m tickled that you thought it and was glad to pay the fee

I’d rather make a rap about the path I paid for me

Couldn’t stand ashamed to ask the saints to fast and pray for me

Now you feed and you get depleted I’m starving but I’m obese

And see slitting wrists ain’t that hard if the heart of me’s on my sleeve

If my arteries are your thoughts of the art of me

If you leave ‘em I fall like the next month after August right after heat

Cuz I long for His glory low key like the left notes on a grand piano

No shade I’m just tired of living under His casted shadow

My work is princess you dragons come to attack my castle

Feel like John the Baptist and well I’m man enough to lack some sandals

My wife and kids thought and I lack faith in my Adam’s apple

My parents saying I’m just a sad case and a bad example

And though my past mistakes in my face like a gradual’s tassel

My math sucks it doesn’t add up I ain’t average like some… get it?

I’m not a poet

I am a scientist

God’s an experiment

You are my lab

If we have chemistry I will explode and my pockets’ll benefit so

Gas me up, I’mma heat to generate self-esteem

All eyes on me it’s all about I like Illuminati on the top of a pyramid

How many times has the dawn tried to arise

But my dark side just collides like apartheid to the light

I remember to do right then get Alzheimer’s

Came out to pay God homage my life it has arthritis of spine

The mic heightened for flights of my aerodynamic pride

Then I bomb— perish or die the applause kinda subsides

And the storm’s right cuz lightning is born

Sky makes you bright then you die and finally reside on the floor

I am reminded of the God who tried to defy

When he scorned the one who gave life to His form right…

On the lines of this poem

Captain I I this is your island I’m lost so make Gilligan of me

But I’m witcha Skipper just send me a signal or something

Cuz I know I’m a dimmer image a silhouette

This is Twitter I need more character

Till then it’s end of discussion

I’m fallin’

I reside at the ledge (how did I get here)

Pride leads to death (it don’t even make sense no more)

It’s a long way down (I guess I’mma have to do this)

Wonder when I hit the ground (Man…)

Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo