Check me out as if I rhyme inside a library

I'm booked up

Rhymin's got my time sparing

Blowing purple haze, the wind cries mary

I'm the primary; acknowledge my merits

And when I perish; the meek shall inherit the earth

Critique shapes the figure ya worth

This a verse composed by a gift with a curse

And it was pure presented at birth

But I rarely entered church since I've entered this earth

Nowadays the ministers' work is cut out for them

Niggas dying every night

Mothers out mourning

Ever-growing thirst to light with a drought forming

I'm outperforming yet without fans

I'm out exploring

I never thought I'd end up in this predicament

Innocent till scents of guilt tickled my senses with

Temptations transformed to tribulations

Indications sent from The Lord, I'd never take them

As that; or anymore than a coincidence

I guess a guilty conscious diminishes inner sense

In a sense

The sin of men and women grounds us like cinnamon; makin us senescent

But ya'll ain't listening, juss waitin to pencil in

Place two cents in it, like you make sense of it

This human race tires me like Michelin

The devil reigns as I quest in the midst of it

Born black, neva been a nigga though

Present principles grow children into criminals

While we do the least

Existing as individuals, we losin we

Now who believes unity introduces peace

The truth'll free but isn't free from illusions, we

Need to see the bigger picture

Like a movie screen

I used to dream so much I'd end up losin sleep

Till I turned dreams to goals I'm soon to reach

I let you see through my eyes, what do ya pupils see

Listen as I teach

I finish with a feat anytime that I compete

I'm complete but not finished, still on my feet

Tryin to heal every weak point inside of me

My achilles heel is the lovesick side of me

So in a world of hate, I'm a rhyme and seek