I Am Elsewhere (feat. Conductor Williams)

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Conductor we have a problem
Conductor we have a problem
I'm a bad guy Lizard hands on fat thighs yeah
I'm a bad guy Lizard hands on fat thighs
Let's rewind, when I was 9
Believed I could fly
Dropped to these fine beats
Blowing trees just to distract me
My rhymes read like diaries
Divine deeds Aphrodite
Mastered rap in the 90's
Recall grade school in sepia tones
Didn't own no phones
Played sports with no coach
Rappers were our superhero's
Ghostface the star
Family lived out of a car
Mom was addicted to the hard
Allergies had me fucked up
Before I knew what drugs was
Lady in the church bus said my eyes was sus
Reason homie died joined the gang last season
When he got jumped in was pigeon chested and stopped breathing
No need for reflection just wish I could talk to my dead friends
Forgot the difference between alive or dead too much time spent waiting to die
Happiness a lie in my head
Shattered and battered her ladders to dreams that once mattered
Harm legacy is generational trauma passed down from my momma
Escaped to the high in the air in the sky
Wish I could hear sounds now but I'm in a different place now
Don't recognize my hometown
Gentrifiers complaining about being gentrified by the next wave
Everywhere you stand is soon to be replaced
A grave of what was once made on a grave of another grave
Another grave
Learned to behave what I did was a crime
Evil seeds grow to haunt you in due time
Only got robbed after I stopped selling go figure
When snitches said way too much, I pulled the trigger
Stayed working daily to keep Iller doubt in the comments all filler
No complacency no respite from my mind
Every time I feel lazy, I'm reminded that J Dilla cooked donuts despite dying
So, I can't complain when I got the luxury of time
Anxiety when I rhyme
Realign apprehension into art
I got the tools and the heart
Ready to write these bars
So, I sit on my ass like I'm Rosa Park
For what matters is deeper than art
Most things are a farce
Produce art they can imitate but not reproduce I laugh at the noose like Dostoyevsky
I take chances life a death sentence
It's risky to live so I live with conviction
I wait for God to breath capture wind on my lenses
Like Tarkovsky I mirror old sentiments
Only fear is that in time I develop more resentment

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