Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime

I've got these dreams and these thoughts, all in my mind Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime Poetic Justice, Lyrical I wrote a letter to rap, I said I love you I love you But when it comes to my life, how do I know I can trust you? I've, seen a backstabber stab both sides Pouring out my blood on the walls of this note I- know I I probably should've called you first when I was making memories Instead I sent a text to all my adolescent tendencies Tryna hide my pain in a post for the celebrities They celebrate me but I can't tell if they'll remember me I- I'm losing my focus, but not hopeless Lost hope but never had a clue about it if you've noticed My words so potent that rodents steal my potential Cause my bars are hella cheesy when trapped in the instrumental I put my feet upon the neck of devils They see defeat when I believe, I'm skipping obstacles like small pebbles I revel in beauty of a comeback story And glory been upon my mind like a snapback A black cap, when I spit its all facts, and fact is They say the pen is mightier than the sword I came to cut a couple necks right off the next in up-and-coming awards I stroke deeper than a virgin who be messing with whores Poetic Justice go and put it in a song If I could rectify my past would that be rewriting my wrongs? I know the righteous move in silence like ellipses dots I slip the knot so much I need this noose unlocked I've got these dreams and these thoughts, all in my mind Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime I've got these dreams and these thoughts, all in my mind Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime Poetic Justice, Lyrical Crime Poetic Justice, Lyrical I wrote a letter to rap, I said I hate you I hate you And when it comes to my death, how do I know I can trust you? I've, seen a visionary close both eyes Pouring out my sweat on the walls of this note I- know I I probably should've found a hearse But I disperse my words upon this very verse Moving like a cycle on repeat until it feels reversed Until it, until it, until feels rehearsed I feel most alive when I'm flirting with death She sends me nudes late at night when I be feeling depressed The naked truth I can't escape Skinny dipping with my fears in the waters of a lake Earth wind and fire but its oceans that I quake I cannot believe that it was Eve who took the snake Instead of Adams anaconda now its souls we had to break Instead of backsides, mad pride capsized Calling for a new bride, Holy Spirit baptize I write my letters like a smooth criminal Justice is my sentence when it proves minimal but super heavy My paragraph grabbing at the mic is super deadly And every cadence has the sharp tools to behead thee You would swear that I'm an assassin with the passion Black lives matter, stand united but we clashing Every time we see another person winning we be slashing Blood sweat and tears tearing open our caskets The black pack is my own backpack of messy lyrics You may not understand it yet, but even when you listen Its like you're taking up a quenched fist And making it just shapeshift into a middle finger to the system You see, its important for me to understand that Then I must tell you the truth as I understand it Because you may be the last person I speak to Life is life and death is death, and so I must be telling the truth