personal missive. . . Lyrics

It's truly inspiration

I'm truly truly a beauty, A beauty Mark

Marked on a body named Mark, sharp like a Marksman

A legend in the making

I am Legend written on my Will

Will I live to count a mill

Maybe tonight's my final meal

Failed my final so many times I passed on passing time with the homies

Cus I envisioned myself homeless so I studied history like Catholics do the bible

At the same time I'm tapping capital letters cus I'm angry

Friends capitalizing on capping their rivals

Can you relate? To a boy with rhythm and poetry

Tell a friend to tell a friend they'll see more of me

I'm far from imposing, I'm the realest I'm just a realist

Living realistic near fakes can you dig it

And there's feminist's letting a man's dick, dictate

That's a statement I will not rephrase

I reframe from ways of a modern day, Kid

On Instagram taking pics

Seeking attention I'm seeking what's misrepresented in hip hop

I mention every elephant in the room

I tattooed a butterfly cus I'm out of the cocoon

If it's too much for you then you're excused

I stay alarmed even when I'm sitting still snoozed

A secluded enigma

I am

I was

I was

I was

Billy jeans were jacked son in the thrill of the moment like Michael

His father was abusive in the house and in the Buick

All from getting jacked by jack boy's

I said it's cold outside and blowing off stem is very therapeutic

From that moment foreseen his future and it included

Getting kicked out and his metro booming

And becoming a savage or salvage scraps or scrap with pops for mouthing back

He searched for the power so he'd take several power naps

Then he blacked out and restored his power back

Power outage I present you a power-point

Pointing at a note pad, Traveling with a purpose proceeding the acts of nomads

I said father's abusive to make us stronger

I said father's abusive to bring out the hunger

I said that to Billy then he met Mandy

They both died in a house where they met the grim reaper

I said father's abusive to make you stronger

Father's starving you to bring out the hunger

Your honor, It's an honor to be judged

Naturally there's a judicial system implemented in us

An industry where idles go idle and vital information hidden

And piranhas biting flows off a snippets

I'm in the cut cus my negro spiritual in need of healing

Do you feel it? Then bump

Do you feel it? Then bump

Do you feel the pain where I am from

The emotions were bottled then I cracked the bottle

And let it out open

And used the new found object to slice on my rivals till they gust, Open

Since a child I've been the leader

Since a child I've been misunderstood but MS understood

And when I mention MS I'm talking my initials

Mark Saunders, Get that understood

I've yet to proclaim to be a gangster, A hustler

I admit that I stutter

It's been a issue like the upcoming magazine cover

I put the Q in cucumber

That line it'll make you wonder that I'm illiterate

I meant Cu as in the term acute

I'm going less than 90 still I'm pouring a poor man spirit

Poor and very spiritual

Yet wicked, On gods green earth

I get rid of you instance I sense ridicule on God's green earth

And just snap

Snap

Snap

Do you feel it? Then bump

Do you feel it? Then bump

Do you feel the pain where I am from

It's truly inspiration