Looking Inside

I’ve spent my whole life naming children/
Who will never exist/
Scribblin’ plays that/
I would teach ‘em/
And how to pitch/
How to go across the middle/
And take the hit/
Cause I learned on my own/
My Dad never taught me shit/
And I ‘m just like him/
It’s funny how that happens/
I think I smile like my mother/
it’s because of him I’m handsome/
All I know how to do/
Is say sweet words to pretty girls/
And make D-Boy anthems/
The blood of a slave/
From a ranch in Le Grange/
And a Violent car crash/
Is what matched/
My government name/
I’m the heir to Rocky’s skin/
Miles voice and Paula’s pen/
Auntie I paint some pretty pictures/
Of some ugly places/
The inside of my love/
Is like waking up in the matrix/
I try to picture how my kids look/
And speak to the ancients/
Aaron and Paul Jonson-Nash/
Are some cool ass niggas/
With beautiful faces/
And Gary Nash/
Volunteered to be my Dad/
And that’s why I thank him/
It’s hard to kiss my Mother/
Cause Green’s hand still stings my face/
And those tears turned rage/
So I left ‘em on the page/
I season my music with ‘em/
I paint ‘em on stage/
And it’s hard to fall in love/
Cause of the mistakes I’ve made/
I hold this weight/
Cause no place seems safe/
I wear my soul on my sleeve/
And my heart on my face/
My Nanna and my Poppa/
Never wanted me/
To be the black sheep/
But I developed an addiction/
To running the streets/
I always wanted a head nod/
From Jihad/
When I was doing the worst shit/
To stand beside Eleanor and Joe/
When the Earth splits/
When God comes back/
And I have to answer for my choices/
I live praying for his mercy/
These words are my children’s voices/