I be all in my city, but party sparsely
See I'm enlightened, but nothin' really sparks me
I always put it in writin' before they charge me
How I avoid the strife, got swipes for life, like
Never seek credit, credit finds the owner
I am my best self, I own my persona
Alone, but not a loner, that's my crime
I never liked borrowed time
I strive to be a better man, a better rapper
A better scientist, never a better actor
I pretend to care when it never really matters
You pretend to hear, but the feelin's never captured
Like how you do it, how you listen to music?
How are you influenced by everything you're consumin'?
Dreams becomes nightmares, why aren't you producin'?
Why aren't your talents aligned with the movement?
And inaction becomes justified
Such a waste of space behind those eyes
Most times, these words didn't apply
Feelings are suppressed, reality's disguised
I get a lot of love just for bein' me
The only one I need to believe in me
Effortless, floatin' through a sonnet
Space is no object, I'm Halley's Comet
Heaven bound, walkin' round in Hades' Garments
Love enemies, they hate me regardless
Told y'all, gettin' paper was the prospect
And this is just a fraction of the profit (prophet)
from God of New England,
released January 10, 2019
Produced by Atman
Writer / Composer: Atman
Mixing & Mastering: Atman