The Love Song

Contrary to popular belief

You know what, yo

This is not a love song, it's a sonnet

Damn, it feels good to have people up on it, but

I'm just a fool playing with the master's tools

Learning how to break the rules

Of this record company pool

Hallucination, I see with my eyes

But my heart's telling me lies

Why do I fantasize?

Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage?

Pretending it's all good when inside it's fire and rage

'Cause I can't understand

How a man lives off the life of another man

Tryna pimp the universe, that's a joke

I stay rocking the boat, down to my last note

It's Murder, She Wrote

Assassination vocabulary

I see your termination is heavily necessary

I shoulda known, they do it for Forbes alone

I do it to break the walls, if I fall off, then let me know, people

It's funny how life can go

First you ride high, then you might lay low

Don't get high off your own supply

Some will set foots before a fool comes by

This is my message to the world

Just tryna reach every boy and girl

Not tryna say if it's right or wrong

This is just a love song

Lyrical optometrist with twenty-twenty vision

Serving rhymes like my granny used to serve provision

Chaotical amniotical fluid

The rap druid that's fluent

In the art of onomatopoeia

Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper

When I was a kid, I wanted roller skates and a bike chopper

But alas, Pop Pop never thought to keep me in style

That's why I'm schizophrenic now, so

God bless the child that has his own

The harvest we reap is what we sow

Chrome microphone, shoot it towards the dome

Of computer digital clones

That mimic philosopher's stones

Saying the style's their own

When they bite like Mike from Brownsville

That sounds ill, relationship is a mirror

But ya see yourself within, and the picture is clearer

That's why I'm on the scene with a mic like Ernesto Guevara

While they exploit your life like Geraldo River, they just

It's funny how life can go

First you ride high, then you might lay low

Don't get high off your own supply

Some will set foots before a fool comes by

This is my message to the world

Just tryna reach every boy and girl

Not tryna say if it's right or wrong

This is just a love song

It's easy not to care what people say

It's harder to pretend to try

'Cause they can only love you from yesterday

I'm looking at the Nile, it rose high

'Cause I'm just a man who's walking

They stand around and keep talking

They tried to clip my wings

But wisdom fills so many things

Say it again

I'm just a man who's walking

They stand around and keep talking

They tried to clip my wings

But wisdom says so many things

To love, love

It's funny how life can go

Don't get high off your own supply

This is my message to the world

Not tryna say if it's right or wrong

This is just a love song

It's funny how life can go

Don't get high off your own supply

This is my message to the world...