I & You / write we do

[Pharaohs Army]

(I)found out I’d gone too far outta the way to be original. Much of what I’d made was way too similar.
I never inspired visuals... Didn’t I know that my readers were imaginative individuals?
A smart-alec, skirting the peripheral.
How’s that working out for me?-- the same shit; the same shtick. Whatever my brain spits
I’ll make it fit.
Most of us love drugs. Naked chicks. The pain of sin. And how we change within.
My internal feedback. I wondered if they’d seen that
I wonder if I leave rap where all the satire would be at.
Please man. I’m so sick, of conforming to your niche.
That’s me talking to myself. I don’t even have to flip a switch.
I like it here. Because I don’t feel like I’m addressing a million kids.
I sat on a pier with peers sipping beers. Dipping my feet in the water like it was lyrics.
I wonder why they told me I was a“one trick pony”.
Maybe because they thought I wasn’t funny. And that I was a phony.
But as they dug deeper they knew I understood why they were never understood by their homies..
They knew I saw how good of a person they were when their friend was crying on their shoulder..
..(I)must forgive myself for allowing Pharaohs to become a mere persona.
But everything is recursive. I tried to retrace the steps but I can’t even read cursive.
Who are you?What is a battle?And what are these mean verses?
Why can’t you just wait?
Until the material naturally formulates.
It’d probably only take about four days. But I suppose you’re set in your ways
so I won’t even gett in the way. But I will read it,
just like I do every day.
That’s me talking to myself and also you.
You know you love it… You know it’s all so true.