heaven and hell

by

how bad do you wanna
fix the garbage
starving artist
disconnected from the starship

study my defects
better my reflex
say we not superior
as above, so below

you can't stand the
working hand
want to solve your problems 
you fail to look within

people seeking answers
from fake preachers
avoid the cancer
my spirit dances right on top of the earth

stay quiet unless it's poetry
music whatever molded me
is growing into infinite
magic ain't no controlling me

used to need the presence
of a lover, finally free
pray for my women feeling lonely
find your peace

all you need is right within 
don't forget your symmetry
ankh is for protection
recollection of your dynasty

who am I who are we
rulers of the galaxy?
if y'all really god MC's
why you need a beat?

all pillars of hip hop
to mold the planet
taken whatever's handed and
flipped it multiply damage

ranting as I study for winter
classes at city
dude walked past
called out"that's the best singer
in the city"

couldn't help but laugh
angels remind me that
in due time I'll reach my
prime you be clubbing I just relax

cocooned inside the music, fam
I call it love
just cause I don't get drunk
don;t mean I cannot turn up

but

y'all don't hear me though
stuck to your radio
brainwashed by agendas
force-fed through your antennas

I give you all permission to steal
whatever I think of
Cuz I'm just getting better by day
no instrumental
Could reach a higher
frequency beats, vocals and poetry
here's a give away for
all the jokers who scolded me 

 Demons who hated me
and still do ungratefully
after all the sons I birthed
you think of her then you think of me

naturally channelling
powers inside myself
can't only talk to spirits
remember we live in hell

 B 
careful who you talk to
I just stick to myself
easy to get caught up
with all the "voices" in your head

some hate the white man
love to hate the government
but all the hate ain't doing shit
your taxes funding terrorists

fight the war on consciousness
this beef is ancient
heaven is irrelevant
for all we know it don't exist

no I'm not a nihilist so let us speak
in present tense
heaven is what you make of it
and hell is for forsaken men