Salute DOOM, hot spoons 
smooth over beef rap 
like yo son, we don’t need that 
arthritis in the knee caps, my speech snaps 
Rudy Ray Moore blaxploitation 
my pen bleeds big boy hatred 
Channel 66, the inspiration 
don’t you dare change it 
my dads drunk, escape the anguish one way 
thank god it’s Kung fu Sunday 
bask in the sun blaze, night fall hits 
out comes the fists and gun play 
bruises on the rib cage 
older me clicks the gauge 
pain was coming of age 
liquored up or sober 
got smacked up for falling over 
my range of motion was viewed as weakness 
trapped in the stillness 
born to a man who didn’t understand illness 
scorned by the bleak shit 
years later, reach for the pill hits 
it still sits deep inside my mind 
violence forever apart of my design 
looking for signs and escape routes 
to kill off the self doubt 
with the words that come from my mouth 

Held hostage in Hell’s mosh pit 
My two fathers 
One didn’t bother 
The other was a monster 
They both lived the same mantra 
To breed hate 
Making sure love was the imposter 
 

Death proof, soup and chilling 
lord willing, life keeps living, mighty moves 
‘92 Jordan’s had me feeling fire proof 
where I’m from the guns go pop 
in my my later years 
surrounded by Funko pops 
alone with my thoughts 
when the sun glow drops 
swimming in records of legends 
getting lost in within the expressions 
disconnecting from bastard majesty 
escaped the broken role model 
I got from the step father factory 
magically, I paint visions of escapism 
sitting as an inmate in this made prison 
lay with the blade twitching 
listening to father number two 
abuse my mother in the kitchen 
no choice but to stay vivid, my brains livid 
fame kisses my name 
as the pain lane switches 
cashing in drained wishes 
that the pain listens