Sunken Place

I'm an artist that was born to speak lyrical According to my mom I was born to be a miracle I consult wit myself in the mirror cuz it's cool  To have a face to face about your moves And the progress that I've made Even tho I turned a page I'm amazed By the riddles god left me in this maze I've overcome death I looked him twice in his face And found the strength from god to put him right in his place Can you relate To a troubled young man just tryna find a face To place in the place of his fathers Wait  How do I tell my father he was needed by his son But then I stop to think he was once a needy son Chill This is not about my family I'm off that I'm tryna chase my dream wit all this weight upon my broad back All I gotta do is make it to and pass the door mat   But the sign on the door said we don't allow raw rap I was told my lyrics can move the spirits Of ears willing to hear it So I decide to share it And that being my gifts Those being my words Substitution of my fist This is my belief Ugh I was told my lyrics can move the spirit Of those willing to hear it So I decide to share it Some call it a gift Some call it a curse But my nana still pray for me Release my sin on beats So what you see is a refugee That Michael Phelpse-d his way up out that cesspool peep I feel like Neo when Morpheus gave him choices To take one of the pills and prosper from what his choice is Imagine how I feel I'm fighting to get a deal Equipped wit my sword an shield I'm armed ready to kill Adversity cuz it burdens me Fear because it's hurting me Faces that have deserted me I know it's for the good I'm proud to be from the hood They tshowedme how to say that I can instead of I should They showed me how to reach the potential I know I could So before anybody show me something I'm aware of Take the red pill and look yourself in the mirror Ugh Sweet America Land of the free Yeah Out in Hollywood there's a fee just to speak See it's free if ya preach But they kill you if ya free So it kills me to preach As they complain about the fee Now who are we I was told my lyrics can move the spirits Of ears willing to hear it So I decide to share it And that being my gifts Those being my words Substitution of my fist This is my belief Ugh I was told my lyrics can move the spirit Of those willing to hear it So I decide to share it Some call it a gift Some call it a curse But my nana still pray for me Release my sin on beats