FREE SPEECH Therapy

Some people spit random if feeling the vibe right Some people gifted, putting depth into improvised lines Some people don't need a notepad to write rhymes Very few have train of thought constantly sidelined That's my mind, always havin' trouble with speech You see, I'm born impaired, don't confuse, impediment, each Has their own characteristics, analytics twist, Unfinished thoughts can turn a hand to a clenched fist But the one who's beaten up is myself I try not to be too hard for the sake of my health Sometimes I ask God if I was made to excel Like my brain is in hell, but to escape, I exhale Every phrase of travail rooting the mouth like dentists Praying I don't lose track of thought... mid-sentence But it's my fight, with this mic, I'm invincible Word to Pun, if I stutter, I will still sh-sh-shit on you Some don't like it and call hip-hop heresy They can't understand how the culture took care of me But complex verses always gave me clarity You call it rap, I call it free speech therapy Some exploit it like the strippers need charity And holding stacks of money to your ear is what makes a king But no one's on my pedigree even with fading memory This ain't rap, this is free speech therapy So even though I s-s-stutter now and then I found a friend in the p-p-p-pen and gained empowerment And my c-c-c-c-cowardice has been p-p-pound to bits The beat, I'll devour, no matter, hard the challenge is Don't like the sonics, I don't g-g-give a f*ck I put t-t-t-too much time in every rhyme to tape it shut A lot a thought g-g-goes in every line I jot Keep it g-g-goin' til my speech gets lined up in chalk When I-I-I-I age, don't know what to say Pray it doesn't happen but it could any f-f-fucking day I m-m-maybe out of line But considering the s-s-s-s-situation, is it asinine? That's why I forcef-f-feed truth that's hard to swallow God forbid, my v-v-voice is gone tomorrow Harsh realities of l-l-life has taken toll But I'll be d-d-damned, I let the devil take control Despite if... Some don't like it and call hip-hop heresy They can't understand how the culture took care of me Complex verses always gave me clarity You call it rap, I call it free speech therapy Some exploit it like the strippers need charity And holding stacks of money to your ear is what makes a king But no one's on my pedigree even with fading memory This ain't rap, this is free speech therapy I tried giving this up Originally didn't see an emcee when I bust I thought when it comes to rap, I'd never make the cut And if I can't free off the dome, I'd never gain the love 19 years pass I'm still fighting these thoughts Like I made victims out of what anxiety wrought If it was an impediment, maybe I'd be okay Instead of struggling with finding words, describing my pain Took a while to see how much I need rap I can't risk my speech function running over a speed trap I bleed hip-hop, painted pictures in 3D Don't give a f*ck if you don't see an emcee when you see me From Ghost Machine to Reks, I beast with vets Gully Gee will tell you, the nigga RIV's a threat Amethyst sees the gem, still helping me glow I'm J-Riv, the illest rapper you don't know Some don't like it and call hip-hop heresy They can't understand how the culture took care of me Complex verses always gave me clarity You call it rap, I call it free speech therapy Some exploit it like the strippers need charity And holding stacks of money to your ear is what makes a king But no one's on my pedigree even with fading memory This ain't rap, this is free speech therapy