Man Upstairs

Opus's of hopelessness, wrote this under an open twist With a focused poets wrist cope with dope like a coke line I wrote rhymes In no time, so fine with a close line to freedom within my broken mind, melodic told me to grab the rope and climb Mature enough not to be blowing nine stacks on this dime cats Roll in grasses were there are snakes, and you will find rats I want the feeling of being a human within again The devil commends me to sin, sending a pretending friend to begin a wind that blends in with my skin Always attends amends and defends what I humbly send Motivational speakers, loads of faceless preachers can't make me listen Fake the funk or take that shit for granted, planted seeds in the granite Plan to withstand panic, be a man, so I ran it back Took his hand, took the world in the palm of my hand and vanished Smoking on something good, praying for something better Dante smith told me that, UMI said to bring your sweater in this cold world J knows with patience comes the payroll To many thoughts in my mental My potential is monumental Ready to attack and embrace my dream It's for the love you stupid evils I could still chase the cream In my place I stand, a man of God with the shield as my protection Soul melodic and 39 point hip hop in the right direction