New World (God Body)

Thank you Thank you all Thank you all for coming out tonight You know It feels like I'm Getting back to who I was or Who I am No longer who I wanna be Listen Given my life synopsis, tunnels surround my optics Living impoverished when I get it don't tell me be modest Hustle no less the option, invest in debt for doctorates Rather the pockets of the poshest to bless my compadres Yeah, back to being descriptive with my vision Painting pictures with lyrics, evoke emotion My heart is bleeding through speakers There's less commotion now when you hear it Cut the gimmicks, the this and the that, my nigga listen this rap Consciousness held within it won't keep you spinning Half the shit in the airways nowadays accumulating the plays a plague Yeah you could say I'm livid But who am I to critique your image for coming different This music biz is a competition of compositions Needless to say I'll be here for the accolades, the praise, not masquerades Who live in a matinee steer clear of my sadder days The latter days were Saturdays Yeah I'm not a saint, I'm not an angel Heavy is the head that wears the crown, this ain't fucking a halo Excuse the harsh realities conversed at all these tables I don't have the luxury of living out a fucking fable, I don't Tread lightly with steps taken Towards the void in my soul tribulations have left vacant Too familiar with frustration All stemming from la familia no longer been adjacent, I know I know we haven't spoke it's been a minute My opposition playing games but I'm not here scrimmage I'm here to teach these kids bout real life To let them know I know just what it feels like to be wasted with killed time Yeah Rummage through my frontal cortex The calm before the storm that's brewing, hope you packed a goretex Contemplating these concepts, creations Browsing through life in a matrix fulfilling obligations brought in assortments Overcoming my mental state equates to scaling a fortress Met at the gate with torches and horses Only horse that I wanna see the front of them Porsche's The subtle flexes, the accents complementing the fortune The happiness you can buy if you weren't remaining dormant The life you live is a lie with well respected performance The drugs I use as endorphins to ease my mental torment The lack of certainty on if you'd see tomorrow morning Yeah, it all depends, everything's subjective with the pen Beginning, middle, end From the subjects to the predicates, the prepositions, tense We all got a different story to the world that we present My father had another son to ease the tension pent On top his shoulders from relationships too severed now to mend My nephew's custody's now with my mother till he's 10 While the struggle lingers over having trouble meeting ends My sister lives vicariously through me and this pen While she counting down the days encased in walls that's paper thin I love my girl to death, I always felt that saying's grim Though I know at times it's hard for her to come to my defense Yeah, don't think of this as an introduction This for the people, a prequel to hall of fame induction Stir up upheavals, the preview, spontaneous combustion A special toast to the ones that said I'd amount to nothing Now I'm something Yeah Welcome Welcome To Concepts and Creations Volume two Without further ado