Monday, 1 April 2013

Identifiable differences....


I-dent-if-i-a-ble

Diff-er-en-ces

Like when you eye something in your mind

That settles the charisma in ya

This man knew the same culture

Same sculpted lens

But his worldview screams

That he's an individual


We grew up in the same ends

Same friends

Asian rule was blatant up in Sparkhill 

Where we saw the same things

Same park swings

Same corner shops, same sins,

Same robbing chocolate bars

Cus of decayed spends


Saw some brothers had pay

So the gain they'd sport

Others living on scraps 

Man they were greatly poor

We saw Tupacs

Single moms lacing up the bootstraps

And round the corner Will Smiths

Gaze and yawn


Some on the housing

Some with the graceful doors

Some with graffiti on their walls 

Didn't care at all

And some of our hearts were openly depraved

Open to the raise

We got drawn in

Through smoking sim'lar haze


And we would bar it madly

No worries

Just to slap on a new era cap

And fake like in heart we're yankees

But my mind is on the pea

His is on the family

And I be checking out the mama's

While he clings to Daddy


It wasn't always so

But there was a switch in purpose

The same life change that

Known to make a bredrin nervous

Cus he's a different person

And it bears a mark on me

He is a different version

From them one's with hearts of greed


Know I'm a heartless feen

And I got the scars to prove it

He tell me comes to church

But I say my heart's on music

And I will try one day

He doesn't half pursue it

In the end he lets up

Cus I ain't on the pastor movements


But in my heart I'm dying

And this is the biggest difference

You walked right to the altar

I can't even grace the building

My worst fear of all in life

Is the Lord's rejection

But I can't come to him at all

Because I know I'm sinnin'


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My child wisdom's what you need

Through the misconceptions

Seems like a maze at times

And that voice is real and pressin'

'Rejection is your portion

You got a dad who never wanted you

And others told your mom

She should accept abortion'


That voice echoes and

You bargain with deceitful lies

That you have to swallow up

The harsh realities of life

And 'cus your uncles run the street

You have to be that guy,

That got a few babymothers

But you'll never see the wife,


And when you speak, if they don't accept you

Then that will wreck you,

Cus you're yet to see

You're a chosen vessel my hand assembled

A vessel's just a cup

But when they drink from you

These men don't know your worth

But still they see in you there's something special


Brother don't run from me,

Just because my peeps imperfect

Because it's sinful men the King expects

To fill the churches

I'm talking mystical

But I will be a father to you

And don't believe the lie
I made you and will give you purpose

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