Mr. Duckworth
Benjamin III
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Mister Mister Duckworth I hope this is worth your time I'm up at 3am, trying to capture what's on my mind I'm writing from motherland where we're living on landmines Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind No, this ain't no pity party This trail isn't made of sorrys It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that Haunt me Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm introverted, so I'm told So I'd rather show you my soul I'm specifically from the South of the Africa Alchemy of your butterfly Yes, it dealt with my character You pimped my imagination Every sensation of your lament gravitated toward my ment-ality My spiritual stamina (God) I've been praying Mr. Lamar I promise Spitting scripture on script Splitting heads when I shift But this splinter of sin is killing my soul Poking holes in every disguise I put on when I'm outside I was up at one, twenty five A.M Temptation embedded on my mind Praying My pillow talk isn't RnB kind Amen Although I'm swerving her swelling behind (God) The pleasures of porn Erupted in second grade And seventeen years later, I'm reaping the seeds I've laid I'm stuck with the thoughts No, I'd rather not Listen, I'd rather talk about how much a dollar cost Or furthermore The loss of my grandmother Her name was Grace You would've loved her Since her death I've been striving to make amends But I'm dying of thirst As I sing about her Look, I'm such a mess Please don't go Mr. Duckworth Just wait a minute I know you're the greatest rapper on Earth But I'm not finished I promise that I mean no disrespect I'm really just a good kid but this m.a.a.d world really owes me a Cheque (Bounce) Ha ha, I couldn't help it The more I climb this mountain More I lose my grounding Dashing like Dame to rock the nation in the west America, to me, is a hypocrite at best I studied your Grammy performance in my twelfth grade Twenty sixteen I have to tell you, it doesn't age From Blacker the Berry, Alright Then untitled 5 The ending image of Compton, the place where I reside Mmm man Mmm man You're good Mmm man Listen, I probably should Lower the volume The home studio my brother put up isn't sound proof They put up with my do-do Recording in the morning's a mission Yes, I tell you My parents been waiting for me to drop So this one'll do My music is juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules I'm the King of New York 'Member those words In fact, my actor training was in that City You had a gig coming up at the Madison Square Garden I contemplated going there But my pockets were a nightmare So in my incubation, I continue The atoms form a new DNA The royal menu Who I am kidding? I'm no Kendrick Lamar I'm just another nigga Mister Duckworth I hope this is worth your time I'm up at 3am, trying to capture my mortal mind I'm writing from motherland where we're living on landmines Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind No, this ain't no pity party This trail isn't made of sorrys It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that Haunt me Sorry Oh, I forgot to introduce myself I'm an ambivert, antisocial extrovert (DAMN) I'm a zulu man with common complexities My complexion is the mark of one legacy Torn into 80 sections By all my enemies I'm showing my pain Don't you remember Babies from 80s Don't try to Ronald Reagan me You're next album is highly anticipated Contrary to the fact, I'm honestly underrated That's when I settle my Heart for the parts of one through four Recite it just like the scriptures, that's music I can't ignore Mr. Duckworth? (Keep ya head up) What? Mr. Shakur! I hope you heard To Pimp a Butterfly All eyes on Mr. Duckworth, when he wrote it, what a guy Or what a dick for hanging up on me like this Though I must admit He listened more than to reply So since you're here, I've got so much on my mind The matter of mental health Is something I can't buy My country's suffering The youth is dying from inside The unemployment rate is the pandemic of our lives "Ain't nobody praying for me" or us They lost, um, half a trillion Tupac tell us who to trust I don't trust any of 'em Maybe one or two or none I curse the day when Blacks were backed up right against wall I'm sick of these Presidents I'm sick of the Ministers They pose an impediment I'm sounding belligerent I'm hoping they hearing this The very party that freed our souls Is now an oppressor that we condone Aw, I know you don't like me I don't like you too When you're feeding us poverty What am I to do? Sorry Mr. Shakur These politicians feed off of our poor condition I'm sure Mr. Shakur Brenda has got a baby Well, it's Brenda's got a baby I'm hoping you'd tell more My first love had a baby Excuse me, I think someone is at the door Mr. Lamar? It can't be you You telling me you've come this far For what? Look never mind, please do come in I have some company The two of you The two of you! I can't believe In front of me Oh, God! Okay okay What was I saying at this part? Oh yeah, that's right Mr. Shakur How do I start? Her name is "Beautiful Day" in translation She had a child, one year or two, yes, a mother in the making Sometimes I wish it was my kid but reality struck She's bad like riri so I've just given her up I'll always love her but I can't give her enough Hope she forgives me for all this, man I messed up She messed up, Shakur I messed up, Lamar We messed up What's more My messed up family Cousins, aunties and uncles You know what I'll leave them at the door For now My best friend is (is like) Superman Living a double life Hiding the traces of wrong, only to show his right Side Well, that's all of us really Even the pope could pose a truthful lie (Hell) One more sad story My grandfather Stabbed seventeen times I'll take it farther My father was fourteen Aha, a proven martyr The chump who killed him Will soon get out I don't hate him rather I hate the fact that he took him, years before I was born I would've loved to have met him This moment leaves me torn Mister Duckworth I hope this is worth your time I'm up at 3am, trying to capture my mortal mind I'm writing from motherland where we're living on landmines Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind No, this ain't no pity party This trail isn't made of sorrys It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that haunt me Sorry Oh, I forgot to introduce myself My name is (My name is) The name is Benjamin the third You've never heard of me But know I've learned and learned Your pen, the words The pressure, the curve I yearn to earn my stripes I burn and burn the night The light of God in me is ripe I write and write until I have no life No breath in me when I cease I'll live in Christ Tupac Shakur, you've made a man of me That's right Oh God, never leave my side I'll see you soon, whether I'm dead or alive Oh, who am I Mr. Duckworth? Promise that you will sing about me Mr. Duckworth
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