I scribble in abundance, I love it, feelin drunken Somethin’s stirrin in my stomach it’s a fire from the thunder The prize is somethin bigger, published ain’t enough Runnin till the pencil’s blunted and the notebook erupts
Who’s really endangered…I don’t wanna be cornered But this chip on my shoulder, it constantly smolders I feel the power course through my veins, to the core It bores into my soul and soars through my pores
Oh I’m supposed to just choke? Supposed to be quiet but supposed to be woke? Supposed to buy a home, college loans n a phone But I ain’t supposed to voice up, serve my people, n vote? Nope.