Resuscitation

Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe It's my voice let me use it, it's not yours don't confuse it Here's a taste don't abuse it, overreach then you'll lose it It's my voice on this track it's my pain when it cracks It's my shame when its whack, it's my fury when each syllable Attacks and attacks. It's my joy when it's loud It's my glow when I'm proud, It's my rocket when I need to Send my head to the clouds. Manifester of dreams Do you know what I mean? Alphabetic prophetic combo Of words and letters gives a rush to the universe and the Outcome is epic. Or cleanse the mind with antiseptic after Surgery removes the tepid voice in our heads. Hey doc you Said I'd be dead. Lose ability to spit the fire Out of my head. I'm a dragon attacking those trying to Take what's mine. What I've defined and refined through the Passage of time. I've earned the right to opine on why you Love to love my shine, but it ain't worth my time Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe It's my voice let it go, it's not yours and you know Trying to stifle what it means to me with a stop drop and roll. Black Rob Taught me say whoa. OGDC taught me no, and no and No and remixed it till it hit harder that way. My voice will Wake up one day and fix you breakfast, toast, and scrambled eggs like This is the way. Or take you to a place where there ain't no more Play in GA. Or soothe the soul with manifestations of Total praise, Versatile in the right hands but Defiled when the hands wrong. a shell of former power when it Sang a song corrupted by the ghosts of other's needs, others Pleas, other parameters of What it could be Tolerated excavation, from folks without permits Unwanted duplication, from future opponents How do you go from want it, to saying you own it I see the game you wanted, now baby I'm on it Newborn reborn my voice refined and reformed Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe Breathe just breathe It's my voice in this flow, empowered miracle. It flowered Years ago, blossoming marigold. And we go Round and round, on this merry-go-round. Where I Try to self-determine but you whittle me down. Your baggage Like a set of tools that chisels my frame. My mold no Longer the same, don't know whether the aim is To mold me down or to mold me away. Each chip of Wood a memory of a voice that held sway, commanding Waves to make ways out of no way. Directional Waze for the aimless on highways. Rubberneck and catch My Gaze and feel the power that stays when my voice is all- Natural and allowed to take shape. As an Oral history Of who I want to be when I choose to be all I can Be, when I feel free to be me. Don't tread on Me, stifle my right to be me, a Rite foretold by Griots in my family tree. Just let me be Free