EPISODE · Jul 3, 2022 · 3 MIN

False or True

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

False starts, I choose the fairway like golf carts with all sorts of rhymes in my head, it’s all art Official with a stamp of approval and hallmark I’m not trying to shoot for the stars then fall hard To be Frank, ain’t trying to go diamond like ballparks But still trying to grab a FEW ears, small starts Here’s a lil sumpin for those with a keen ear Like King Lear, lost love known to bring tears Or rage, but now I’m in a passionate state PRAISE, plan to stay that way till my casket’s encased GRAVE, engraved with my finest quote chose from my last days Preferably something personal with poetic phrase Set to phase, a stun gun, shaking up airwaves Minus the shock value, guess it comes with the grays Aging with grace, make amazing mistakes Still, I bake my own cakes, then start feeding my face Raising the stakes, raisins or dates? Agents or mates?, cages or grates? Phases or states? All so close, YET still far apart And you can’t always tell the difference from the start Intimate art, I bare every part of my heart Don’t know how to stand still, life imitate shark I dwell in the dark, searching like Lewis and Clark And, then add a new chapter to my life story arc Subliminal Hook: Testify… False Conclusion, maybe it’s all an illusion A full-bred square peg, on the ball of confusion, The truth’s a lie, at least five tenths the time I’m being generous in interest of trying to enshrine Some magic moments since tainted, a shame ain’t, I can’t explain it It’s like I speak foreign language, and can’t change it Tried in vain, the vein? ain’t really trying to drain it That thought’s heinous, but we can only take so much anguish At times, even to myself I felt a stranger I dodged danger, including my own hands, from anger A cliffhanger, but followed the steps of Miss Gaynor Then lived long enough to learn pain’s the remainder It never fades, sometimes it wanes in old age I write my best days, a message like O’Jays I feign I’m OK, I play the whole game No blame, no sense putting flame to propane Leading to no gain, losing the one thing Said to set the scales, finally balance the beam I stare at a screen, trying to figure out what it means I mean ANYTHING, reality is split at the seams And everyday we gotta navigate scams and schemes I try to believe, I’ll receive some sort of reprieve And if my vision stays clear, then I’m bound to achieve