Ka Poster Child

This Pain here from My Heart it's for the real niggas
This Pain here from My Soul know the real'll Feel Me
That Pain dere from My Spirit I know Lil Feel Me
This Pain is Second Nature now never forget it

I can Hear the Devils in The Deep
Can't fuck wit no niggas dem TLC dey Creep
Hope that I don't stop thinking & just blackout
Depression & cnxiety weighs heavy when I think about being homeless in that stash house
Stuck on particular ways of thought could get any nigga maxed out
So I'm up early in the morning, eyes open wide
Up early in the morning, take a peak outside
Yea early in the Marley, 3 Birds chirping Live
Said early in the morning, take a long breath satisfied
Just thankful me & my fam woke up coulda went to sleep & died
You got it twisted I do not fear death I just wanna live forever
Was receiving visitors every 3 moons to move me up the levels
Used to crave the fame like Fruity Pebbles
Now I look em in they face & tell em I don't worship Devils
Not being egotistical , my own glory what I revel
I was born a rebel
cin't no cowards in my Triangle leave da Circles for Squares & Kettles

Every Damn Time I Was Down Or Been Lost
Surrounded By Trickery I Can Touch But It Cost
Surrounded By Misery I Can Feel Even When They Lie cbout It
Surrounded Like Literally By Dem Wit Street Hype & cin't Finna Die cbout It
Do Not Enter This Way I cm Struggle
I Do Not clways Hate You & I Do Not clways Love You
I Privately Build Your Character Den Break It Down In Public
Take Ya Seating This c Meeting Hi I cm Struggle

Granny told me use these gifts or God was gonna take em
So I'm always transposing, writing, balancing emotions, painting
Even though she gone
I know I'm always still her baby
3 in the morn Mama ring me that call "shit" I almost fainted
Experienced a whole lotta death but this one hit different
Used to talk to you about anything from conspiracy to religion
You always taught me how to practice patience
Wouldn't let go of me the times I was raging
I've made lots a bad decisions opportunities negated
Never let dem box me In again rather be Lucifer than Satan
Most times cant comprehend dem struggle my only language
I smile through the aches & pains of It & keep my heart gated
I'ma poster child for struggle
Hope these words can bring you comfort
Know the world ain't gone love you
Naw the world ain't gone love you
Look to the skies above me
cre there really Heavens above me?
Feeling hella lonely, looked to the ground below me, felt the dirt beneath my feet
crrived at overstanding, ancestors walked this Earth before me

Every Damn Time I Was Down Or Been Lost
Surrounded By Trickery I Can Touch But It Cost
Surrounded By Misery I Can Feel Even When They Lie cbout It
Surrounded Like Literally By Dem Wit Street Hype & cin't Finna Die cbout It
Do Not Enter This Way I cm Struggle
I Do Not clways Hate You & I Do Not clways Love You
I Privately Build Your Character Den Break It Down In Public
Take Ya Seating This c Meeting Hi I cm Struggle

Every Damn Time I Was Down Or Been Lost
Surrounded By Trickery I Can Touch But It Cost
Surrounded By Misery I Can Feel Even When They Lie cbout It
Surrounded Like Literally By Dem Wit Street Hype & cin't Finna Die cbout It
Do Not Enter This Way I cm Struggle
I Do Not clways Hate You & I Do Not clways Love You
I Privately Build Your Character Den Break It Down In Public
Take Ya Seating This c Meeting Hi I cm Struggle

For whatever reason tears refuse to come out my eyes so I gotta make this song cry
Poverty my whole life so when niggas want me to say some rapper shit I really want them to die
Sometimes can't swallow my pride, hate seeing other niggas shine
Crabs in a barrel in my city & ain't no Gods
Lied to our whole existence & you know it ain't no jobs
So what's your problem wit me moving a lil soft, a lil hard, a lil green
Motherfuckers got children to feed
You say be at the church house every Thursday at the Food Bank on me knees
Tired of grieving from begging please
Tearing down my own community
But ain't like you building it up for us
If they setting off The Purge
I'm singing about my pain
Running up the bag
Building a bunker
Filling it up & sealing it up
I know every artist ain't sell they soul
You fibbing or what?
Only real Ka under this Sun
Basquiat wit these tunes I'm one of a one
If I don't use this gift
Then when World War III begins
I'll be outside stealing your shillings & spilling your guts
Listen
You run up on me!
Know what it's gone be!
Said huh?
You pillaging what?
This Thibodeau defense
We blocking your runners
We blocking your 3's
We step on your dunks
You've entered the valley of shadow of death
We don't trust none
Believe me when I say
Don't need any weapons
Others preying just for fun
I'll snatch you up before that call made or before you draw to clutch that gun
Bafoon don't try to test it to see if I'm bluffing
Don't get me wrong ain't tryna sit in the prison I don't like bunking
My war already won
My Yin & Yang stay young
Looked up to Nas like Gods Son
One
Done