You call me a visionary but I'm just a martyr for truth (*my truth)
You tell me this the shit that I should breathe for
If that's the case put me on the cross carved
From trees that shadowed the poets' graves and call me the savior
But I would just burn alive because
I ain't sure if I would die for it
I write the sky as I walk the desert sands
X'ing out check points with fingers of the modern man
So they can't throw stones and riddle my
Path with glass or disconnect my chrome
Browser enlighten the internet
While the iron curtain shadows my home
You can't call me a genius because I, “Seek wisdom,
Not knowledge. Knowledge is of the past
And wisdom is of the future” but
You call me a visionary though I'm just a martyr for truth (*my truth)
You tell me this the shit that I should breathe for
If that's the case put me on the cross carved
From trees that shadowed the poets' graves and call me the savior
But I would just burn alive because
I ain't sure if I would die for it
So is this the shit that I live for?
If you have to ask then you don't know me
But if I have to ask myself then I get down on bended knee
And pray to the lord “I hope this isn't a curse for
All those times I spoke of niggas, bitches, hoes
And Jesus in the same poem. PS. I call a woman a woman
And if I didn't then I couldn't bear the thought
Of calling myself a man” but
You call me a visionary though I'm just a martyr for truth (*my truth)
You tell me this the shit that I should breathe for
If that's the case put me on the cross carved
From trees that shadowed the poets' graves and call me the savior
But I would just burn alive because
I ain't sure if I would die for it
Nowadays we measure success
By how many haters are waiting to see us fall
Instead of building each other
But people from this generation beg to differ
So these are just thoughts of a young nigga
Stuck in the past, that's all
But still you call me a visionary
Though I'm just a martyr for truth
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