I don't want to fight

[Witty]

Even the deepest of minds can find relief in a rhyme
This didn't start with rap, we are a people - aligned
Thru history, experience, passion and grief have combined
To ease the gnashing of teeth, and cease the lashings that beat
From behind the walls of deceit, installing release with a line
I hear the words call in my sleep, but I'm blind
When I'm awake, standing tall on my feet - it's a sign
Consciousness is overrated, dreams are where hope is naked
We see them bare, trying to breathe this air could choke the sacred
I'm a leader - scared, but with a potent cadence
Glowing - fragrant, trying not to grow impatient
Tho I feel like I'm dying, I'm sighing - and I'm so complacent
Overblown and blatant ego decodes the latent soul that's vacant
A little known aqquaintance from a different me that still exists
But is never seen, it's filled with mist, the lover who killed the kiss
It's smothered, I hid it away, so another instilled the bliss
My world is falling apart, and I'm calling it art
It isn't just writing, this is the pain forming a ball in my heart
Thoughts are swarming where the demons crawl, and it's dark
Sometimes I'm feeling tall, other times I'm weak and small
Smothered by a life that would make any other guy cease and fall
But I'm about to release the dog, I've just found the piece, the cog
To make this machine heave and cough, before it kicks into life
And recedes the smog, I'm leaping the tallest buildings in one bound
What's up now? Now that The King is back, your mouth is shut?
Wow...you spoke the loudest when my mind was full of clouds and stuff
But I get it, now that I'm out, it's tough...lil faggot, fucking powderpuff
I thought you might have something to say bitch, you run ur mouth enough
Now you're wandering about like 'fuck', I've got that thunderous clout
You aren't about nothing, you're a punk with a pout
See I can be the poet, the dumb guy, and the funny dude
But you'll know it when I run by, you're scum, you're food
Now I'm the reincarnated beast that carves hatred
Into these streets that bleed from scars; faded
Over the years, and sometimes when I'm sober the tears
Take me over, as I look to the sky when I'm alone and it's clear
Wishing for peace upon a star, or just a little piece of all the wealth
Because I don't want to fight anybody any longer...least of all myself.