You over the top show stopper.
You no party but still dancing ethnic popper.
Hi.
It's me.
Do you remember me? I'm you. The half-assed attempt of a reflection of someone far better than any one man should be.
I'm here to remind you that we're losing touch, that you are losing you.
Boo hoo, sad story.
Afro Muslim that story.
I'm scared your sense of joy, your diagnosed hypomania, your addiction to greatness is overwhelming you.
That you loved the lows because they kept you balanced... but now, no lows, only highs, you're levitating to levels with no oxygen, and yet you breathe.
Shame they called you plain with an I when you're plane with an E and you're not playing with these I O U niggas anymore. It's funny you're so full of your self it's a miracle you haven't exploded yet, or maybe it's a mercy cuz you might take down everyone with you if you do.
Still it makes you laugh how they mistake your self-assurance with falsified self-confidence. You know you're not the false Messiah of this story. You're the beginning, the end, and all that's in between. Not too mild to be mean. Not too humble to be seen.
They say you come in strong, is there any other way, and where have they seen strong? Do their words still carry weight if their shadows are so light they can be mistaken for light?
But enough with that, it's not about them, it's about you, always has been, you self-centred centre of the universe.
A world in your verses.
I see them recite nervous.
And you never had to rehearse this.
If you jump off a cliff you'll fly because God won't let you die.
Fuck Icarus. Your wings don't burn, they're too busy putting out the haze of this solar blaze they mistake for light; bright as it may be you are light. Call you Yagami, call me shinigami.
Over the top is the only surface you can walk on, hold on, take these words with you you self-loving spiritual warrior.
Don't forget your pill, you left it on the window sill, sometimes even you have to walk, sometimes you don't have to talk. I know you're happy but share that with someone that matters, don't make it cheap.
Life is a marathon yet here you are sprinting. I guess it's because the only time you can breathe is when you're out of breath. And although some may hate the way you do you, no matter how many of them don't understand, remember, it doesn't worry the wolf how many the sheep may be.
Enough words. Enough.
