Mr. Duckworth

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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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