Premium service to those who do not deserve it Giving me strength in my faith though you say I’m worthless Verbalist tendencies are meant to be expressed with purpose Serving this chemistry the energy so Mr. Perfect They went from underground rapping to small business owning complaining about Yelp reviews ain’t helping you, the culture stolen And what I’m saying to you is I got no pity for privileged individuals judging those who are gritty What a pity the same stipulations that they facing causes many of students of color hesitation I’m saying, losing one’s wonder during childhood can have life-term effects in all you try to do So no, I don’t feel sorry for you, kid as you lie about the other side and say it’s hard to live 我不知道 (wǒ bù zhīdao) It’s hard to feed your needs off word of mouth even though yo folks bought you that Gingerbread House Outta sight Outta mind When your outta mind that means you’re outta sight I’m on site, never mind On the search for Clementine You don’t like me, ask why Depend on me like The Chi We got, lyrics to go searching for miracles All praises due Love to Shanghai So Bonafied… I hang out with the Princess of Pain (ペイン) Ever since I left me and the misses estranged You think this is a game Loneliness over a sunflower until the world evaporates turning to gunpowder These be the dumb hours where every minute of every second is built by those who stay shaky in their methods I visualize as I slumber nights Amnesia Tears fed my memories on hunger strikes Ain’t denial nice they follow your family and friends then pretend that you don’t exist, Begin Again You know you gold though you never call Like the homie, Keith, said “Yo, I just wanna be involved!” Yes, I have the gall to create lines of poetry as an offering to the ghost now controlling me 谢谢你 (xiè xie nĭ) Moving adjacent to the situation Giving this heat as I preach to the congregation

Some things are not forsaken Some things are made for breaking Some things are not adjacent to the ideals revealed by the congregation Some things are really nothing Some things are just fronting Some things are made for dumping into the streams of consciousness where we left something I’m strumming a tune ‘till January Blooms For All Your Forevers until the sun becomes the moon Barren and cold some folks think that they’ll go somewhere far and wide to find peace for their soul Well, you could go and hydrate and migrate to Mars but still end up as dust many a stars Many of bars where I wrote bars for Clementine but my sisters feel anger at her but never mind You see, G could’ve been a lot better Though never a cheater I should’ve read her letter Where she told me about her past life I was too busy “doing me” sipping fast life Peep my advice I never should’ve followed mentor types who use your life story as merchandise I know they won’t be 对 不 起 (duì bu qǐ) but it’s still 没 关 系(méi guān xi） if you know me This is solely the story She played melody fingers shifting strings into soundwaves which take the shape of art formed by the auditory chemistry I’ve been suffering in silence from her silence These are the times where listen in These are the times paying dividends These are the times where we giving in wondering where the religion is Wondering who’s true These words I say are all about you all about you… I gotcha, a little saga in the plaza They watch ya a little vodka in the pasta The opera featured nothing but her Prada The watcher from beyond Terracotta Like the homie, Paci I’m vigilant My lightening writing like Kakashi a lyricist Balling hard like Jay visions of near misses My mind’s scattered like the Dragon Balls after wishes I’m on a mission to survive my dear sunflower I hoped the storms have now settled since the last hour For a brief moment during December’s coldness your laughter helped give me the warmness Biting my tongue has now bled into patience I’m weightless, floating in the unknown unrelated I’m saying I need saving Things have never really been ideal I was playing You can travel the world and still not find what you’re looking for All the allure of home and what you had before was much more pure Mentor…

Cordially invited you are today These are the times that will never fade I’m on my way, hey Cordially invited you are today Cordially invited you are today These are the times that will never fade I’m on my way, hey Cordially invited you are today My lineage dates back to 1900’s Louisiana, Country Grammar for the pundits Creole flow from Mississippi to New Roads Mix a little bit of Jackson, so crucial FT Baptist where my grandmama prayed and where I had folks call me “Lil’ Wayne” Cause my pops gave me his middle name Jeremy DeWayne but I’d give up everything To see my cousin Jeremy Bernard once more Representing him when I’m cross shores A Jarreau to my core I say it once more A night owl like my mom’s people I explore I’m representing everything they represent so I can never bow down to a tyrant I recollect on my ancestry true Loyal to my soil though I may seem blue Like Giving Trees I give you what you need Eternal Sunsets though we both rest without the leaves So, I’m saying…I’m saying…listen… These are the times these are the words I’ve been dealing with curves while my feelings diverged I’ve been trying to find something real and divine though the weight on my shoulders got me feeling the grind Uh huh, let me remind you to stay real Everything is fiction in the world’s whip appeal Listen, you gotta practice what you preach cause the shadows of regrets lie awake as you sleep, uh Anyway Any who I’m positively yours since I’m steady true Born in Texas though I got the blues California Dreaming ain’t no fake news Casa Fiesta under Luna’s moon Purple Gators see you later like the players do You know I got style like my granddaddy Only thing missing is a Candy Apple Red Caddy My ancestry gave me energy so hopefully my grandkids will mention me In their stories opposite of factory Who knows by then maybe they’ll travel galaxies So actually, I hope that after me they continue the legacy of Jarreau’s and the Greene’s So, cordially invited you are today, hey Let’s run away… This could be your family… This could be “our” family… Listen…

Doctorates claim to be progressive but peep the message When a Black man asked for something in advance you was just putting up your hands When a Black man told you ‘bout how your colleague was treating minorities you was just putting up your hands Yo, when this Black man told you about this I didn’t mean to be offensive I was just saying you claim to be my ally so, that’s why I discussed it Ain’t it disgusting Good ol’ boys dressed in Red and Blue are both trying to divide the border line, true But do you know that the soul is always on the glow You’ll never dampen my shine you dandelions in the weeds, though International flow of course the Jer-Bear cares Never use my allies to build up my shares Never use my allies to build up my wares My voice drips the truth in all which I bare… my voice drips the truth in all which I share Tactile, the rap styles I used to produce in high school was only the envy of the few Those who knew me and kept in touch are real friends The ones we hopped scotch with over pretend Now we hop after scotch author with premium pens Blessed’ be the sacrament the remedies mend The soul transfixed I am no doctorate more a shaman who’s cultural consciousness is confident That’s why folks like you want to abolish it or at least chain my melody up in the documents Don’t need acknowledgement from executives and CEO’s I’m here for the ones who truly need my soul I’m here for the ones who truly need to know they’re worth a damn The values of a Greene who grows and understands From Shanghai-to-the-Chi wearing a beret with a suit and tie She’s still real divine…!

They say loneliness is a respectful trait here in the land of dragons Black stallion though the flow’s Italian Rap with passion like them gold medallions Another album from the Son of Calvin A valiant effort without no companion Why you laughing Did you think I’d hide Return to the scene but there ain’t no crime In due time I hope they realize what I brought to the game on the daily grind Don’t deny me like your Clementine In the Valley of the Blind my third eye shines Same old lines cause you need your fix A little bit of subtlety is not my shtick Chemically imbalanced is not my wish I want you to notice everything I’ve missed Miss… Idiomatic Systematic Baptized in a river of static The finest of fabrics custom made utilized all the time that the hustlers gave Peep the secrets Study uniqueness Treat this just like it was one of my speeches Peep the thesis I’m undefeated Gave life to the students who will need it needless Kiss the sky with the merchandise emerging flights and everything you see How hurt was I when I did decide how good is life without a family tree See, that’s how me and my Chinese brothers and sisters are similar unlike these Mister Misters We both have a lot of culture Resiliency in every sculpture Counterculture to these vultures who try to fly but they hardly sober The poster child let me stay correct The walls may crumble but not my image yet If you get upset then 不 好 意 思 (bù hǎo yì si) Used to hit casinos with Mike and Lisa And Clementine up in Cattlemen’s The sun sets in the Valley of the Mandarin So, whimsical not cynical My lyrical love affair is digital with video footage for the visual A mystical trip for this individual See me go residual flows I rhyme Rules are dead the people are alive Ancient Chinese Proverbs with the boldness Shanghai, I’ll be your consultant

Predators always stepping in the name of love and misdirection Every word that occurs is about a recollection Peep the lesson I don’t need your damn blessing what I need is patience To be in God’s good graces means that the wine that I find will never be made with Sour Grapes It’s apparent I wish on every 11.11 Cause I’m minus “The 1” who whispered slumber over bedding Flowers handcrafted by the sun peep the static from fraudulent artist who are similar to granite Cold and chilling as they say the grass could be greener on the other side because it’s fake Tell me have seen her partake in earthquakes and heart breaks strawberry shortcake shakes and everything the summer likes to bake What can they say to me and you I’m mad cause I can’t experience dreams and memories as vividly as they do Non sequiturs burn the retinas they stay blind Unraveled her story with the touch of her spine Every time it seems in this life of sin that many dance and deal with the Devil on a whim Even when sleeping their breathing is rapid as if they running from demons Night terrors though they lack the screaming I only hope my daughter is a savage Before the age of 21 academically at an advantage My adage is adjectives to manage in dark matter Hypothetically speaking I dream of every part grander Hypothetically speaking I saw my heart shatter at a subatomic level the particles splatter to expand your worldview I hope in a few months I will kick game like many of Minhang Monks Who can I trust when many will leave you high and dry Demagnetize your vibes and analyze your mind all while not giving a damn about your life…at all...

Listen let me tell you everything you hear Clear your brainwaves everything is fear Negotiations everything is seared in your mind frame everyday is smeared What’s going on did I offend Let’s negotiate and let’s not pretend that we’re both innocent in this drawing where the lies of the few is the reason that you’re stalling Check my timeline it’s been deleted Like Future Trunks I want the Androids defeated I still got "Hope!!" it’s not conceited Yes, I’m intense but in my heart is the deepest love you never knew let me now bare many of Amazons never pay their fair share Their clothing chalky There’s really no difference between the colors of Elephants and Donkeys Except these Elephants who poach their own then blame it on the Panthers who supposed to roam Pardon me Presidential Lady Liberty got guns over roses, essential A Colt 45 tell her I’m doing fine That’s a lie that’s similar to our old times I’ve met bullies in Shanghai even in the Halls of Miseducation no lie Planting the seed and not nurturing it proper Compared to them I’m much more than a doctor But I still get squeamish Residual effects from her silent treatments believe this Contradictory metaphors that I parlay A silly kid who rocks more than a beret Trying to save students every single day You’d be amazed at the stories I’ve heard from both students and colleagues the shakier the ice the rougher the hockey That means we living on thinning ice That means the villains are sin and vice That means we glisten in the dimming lights My personality giving life To those pushed like the gas Asking for affection the trust we had Depressed like values by the top of the brass Glass Ivory Towers are meant to be smashed Like ceilings I’m feeling like Remy LeBeau with a flow gifted by Apollo Do you get it though no, it don’t matter My entire life was similar to Mad Hatters and Mad Rappers as I seal my fate didn’t realize she was late for an important date In Wonderland the jokes on me In Shanghai my words are jabberwocky I’m not understood by the most Maybe that’s why I relate to her as a ghost Take this as my resignation letter No matter what your title my designations better No matter the profile my revelations better No matter what your style my decorations leather Listen here I go saying the same thing Depression in any language got the same ring The same ring I was going buy in Arden For Clementine is now planted in the garden never mind…never mine… Holy Wars in the future will be fought by Androids Deployed by enemies who pay off the tabloids The racist statements hate that they give will put them in the world’s basement, for real Fire and brimstone Moving back to Sacramento reborn I’d give up everything just to see her in a folklore And for my family to be whole How selfish of some to see me as a gun Capable of destruction I only wish you’d defend me like the guns that you’re loving My life lesser than the sum of a gun…to some…

Listen, I shot a video in your hood the other day Jing’an Temple where the richest wisdom stays I’ll never forget how you told me I’d die lonely in Minhang Well, I rather be lonely than phony in my interactions with humans Understand my story I’m intense to you because I know the moon can come down on us at any given second Meaning these seconds are precious so why are we playing games I’m listening to Frank Ocean “Novacane” While I write this letter I better stop preaching I’m dumb as a Rock bottoming out these glass ceilings in glass houses where often the spouses sprinkle what is shattered over dinner, game, blouses If this is a bubble I ain’t mad at it Many of people wish they could have it, damn it East Baton Rouge Parish had 87 homicides in 2018 according to The Advocate So many Greene’s and Jarreau’s stay near the crisis Even my cousin lost his life to the gun violence Soliloquy to be or not to be safe from that space I rather be in the bubble than The Sunken Place I guess that’s why I rather be up front and honest Especially after you make your silly comments About wanting a real love and then I came with real love and then you act like I’m the fool who not getting the hint I guess its Chaos and Disorder Prince was Zen with the pen The life we live, darling, is such splendid pretend Begin Again…

Jungles are forever you'll never weather the storms Warlords of the store floors Stella and her momma be my homies', I explore The captured snaps Shanghai sent over stories Lordy Lordy where all my homies Some y'all forgot about J’ Never mind that some y'all Facebooka ctivists forgot about Trey And here I am reading it text by text Sorry bout your family dog They hardly understand the logic See, brothas and sistas been tellin' me be heartless Because they too can see and feel all of the darkness Targets marked with blue light specials Chicago's special to me Like Jordan of course I return from the foreign Helpful stencils from the right side of the brain but some of y’all acting like you want more of the novocaine As y'all stick with your bias and ride with a misognist who diet consists of Diet Cokes and Twitter fingers No psychologist is needed for the moment Human decency and civility has imploded Global warming Lies on who's a boss who's a cook Chef sold you Cuban Links off the books Shook ones in an era where young prodigys are shot constanly And old ladies are robbed of their old penny bags The monopoly of life God decides it's finished there's no U or I I pray I live past my limits With my brain matter still sane matter These lames after the gold only a few captured Your aim's anger Silent treatments remind me of nieces and nephews I'd counsel after tragic circumstances where family members violated more than the privacy yet you claim to be holier than me? I've seen the stigmata it was the words “UGLY” craved into the flesh of the young due to their dear ol' mumsy Save your honey and your milk Mine’s Lemon and the Juice Been sweatin' all you fools Who will never know the truth In America a prince is beaten till they purple blue What's the computer say I didn't deserve this from you Guns drawn on the innocent caught on camera and they got the nerve to say nothin' personal You dandruff to me The limited panoramas The Candid we turnin' the tide up in Alabama I had to I had to I had to Say Goodbye to U

Of course Poker Players always hustle in Texas Methods of the reckless Designer perspectives Lessons we give out like the labor for the fruits I knew many who would’ve wished for me to become a recluse They the ones who use Snapchat like it’s Photoshop Personality tainted like the likes of Robocop How can I trust someone who don’t even smile on they Wedding Day See me reach for Zen as I meditate Now, let me educate exactly how the system be treating us brothers with no wisdom of misery Would love to paint me with the crude health Forget Becky with the Good Hair I rather Becky with the 2 Belts Scheme to propose to you in front of The Bean Millennium Park in Chicago The Cloud Gate of Dreams See, we get married in Puerto Vallarta Honeymoon in the Kingdom of Mooncakes Shanghai to Jakarta I eat food that gets over my 衣服(yī fú） That means clothes for simpletons and these weak crews We do whatever we really need to Shanghai, I’m sorry I gotta leave you Again but let’s not pretend that this is the end Since the days of Knot’s Landing I’ve been galivanting on Silk Roads with real flows outstanding I gotta hand it to you I ain’t no Snorlax Spitting woke facts from the heart just like The Lorax Sipping with the homie DJ Faux Disco Arguing with Terris and Joel about how New York ain’t no San Francisco I made a wrinkle in her timeline Shinobi of Karaoke though my poetry ain’t Sci-Fi A Tender Roni’ half Italian with the Chinese Cooking cuisine no scallions but the heavy cream Many Miles From Where U R Sleepin’ I punk a poker player piece of paper of a soul Still dreaming… Don’t you know me Powerful flows staying hydrated no Sobe… Hall of famers Big gaming Money savers even if they're trying to be the lion tamer couldn't tame my hair even with the razors let it grow to show you appropriators what you favor Rambling satire Battling vampires Shadows of Empires missing that loving feeling I Batdance on ceilings I used to be something they couldn't determine They used to hate me cause they were vermin I held on like Vernon touch downed in July From Shanghai-to-the-Chi I wasn't Ric Flair fly I was more like HBK before the Casket Match Back-to-Back titles The Showstopper as a matter of fact This trip been sorta like the Death of a Diamond One last blinding effect kept up in the jacket lining Those were the times he was raised in Those were the times he was made in and gave in The sunshine without the raisins The Southside that she played in Yo, Kenny, forget the city cause the whole world mad Life's a metaphorical Alcatraz until we free at last, free at last Back when getting a B- in Algebra 1 made the kid feel as though he was a failure of a son Now, I'm a someone a student advocate a champion later in life like the Maverick, kid No Mulder but she loved to rock a skully, kid I used to sit by Felicia during church service In ‘06 I gave sermons near the pulpit Practiced my religion within the halls of FT Baptist On dirt roads where heartless are often stranded and the loved one are buried under slabs of granite How can you say you love me and then leave me dry Another question I guess for the most high The choices are multi...

These are the wonderful times Marvelous times wonderful lives Wonderous eyes tell the hungriest lies devoured on the daily by the pundits in kind I tried to find you in my rearview Though the fog has shifted it’s hardly lifted And I was gifted with the melancholia that melanin kin like me feel in our skeletons Love, this the madness of a poet who is vilified by the media distorted So quote it the love you have for the same kind lacks the urgency of the other side I know you got soul I traveled to the other side of the globe to watch my own explode To enjoy hotel parties with the hypocrites Similar to politics they don’t really give a shit Excuse the curses but lately I’ve been feeling that my words are cursed, shit and we know the world’s been cursed quick so I do my part to help the kids who thirsted For some basic hierarchy of needs met From Shanghai-to-the-Chi they depressed and every day I find we’ve regressed The nature of my mind you reject So dejected even my family don’t know I feel dissected By the eyes of the beast The vision of wineries where my heart’s spilled for the feast and I only got myself to blame though stereotypes build a wall of shame Where White Knights can change the flag Black and Blue without repercussions for turning Blacks blue Who are they to judge I know my own got troubles but they placed sludge in our blood A system of traumatic shock An abnormal state where the stress will rot Where abusers are welcomed as heroes and those they betrayed hold the secret to pillows I’m reciting the history of US The United States so be careful, don’t rush to conclusions cause every move you make as someone with soul is choosing to break out a small town mind before the winter’s here and the fall now dies They can scrutinize every line, every word every wannabe metaphor that I write to observe like the Silver Surfer or Dr. Manhattan this the price I paid for leaving you abandoned Now I’m stranded…

Millennium items smuggled on Millennium Falcons In Millennium Park I’d embrace an X like Malcom But I know it’s too late like leftovers after two plates Carried on traditions like Bruce Wayne in front of Two-Face Some people are two face like politicians trying to keep you safe while invading and raiding all the money that you make They trying to kill Mother Earth as we speak And if they could they’d kill Father Time in his sleep So out of sight out of mind one last rhyme at the Altar of Clementine Sent with a bottle of wine to share with her future Yes I’m dramatic damn it because I know that I’m a loser Who never made maneuvers like the rich kids of a certain tint Like lactose they stay intolerant with their conglomerate I only wish the men in my life would listen gender normatives are built on superstition And to the women who often called me little brother yet thought I was capable of destroying others that’s that hypocrisy where the Souls of Black Folks are never given the benefit of the doubt that why many of brothers don’t worry about the patriarchy But trust me I know it exists A complicated relationship like discriminants Welcome to the live show where the ride’s broke I rather choose amnesia then repeat this cycle, Of course…

My wedding day will be a Jazz Funeral Start the processions Death to my Ego and death to aggression Death to the lessons of those who question my values Candles in the wind don't outlive all of the scandals How you handle always feeling' that your torn as if you've abandoned all the loved ones who came before You were some sort of a Black metaphor how do you bring together the people without the need for many wars I dreamt Chicago sometimes because it reminded me of my family tree The beauty's there you just have to pick apart and study every leaf Grandmomma told me be biblical respect my elders even if those same elders were partially the reasons for my failures They preach concepts that are archaic Built on principles that are rather outdated Yes, auntie, me and that white girl dated Doesn't matter if it’s the right or left because I've seen progressives act conservative Are you listening' Computer Blue? I was cast as Mace a role I breezed through like the wind do And of course I've noticed how I was hushed more than my peers who didn't match my shade let alone my fears Some would try to mess with me cause of my height Mess with me cause my weight wasn't high enough either it was all white I mean, all right I still grew as much as I could in an area where my soul could lose its sight I had standards placed on me at birth and even at 32 still don't feel love unconditional it hurts That’s the old school Southern Cooking' Where I was whooped into shape But expected never to be the one to carry this hate Black male hide behind that cracked veil all you reveal leads you head first down the ink wells Pennies on the dollar doctors fill you up with pills Hackie Sacks just kicked around for a bit till you're chilled What a fad I felt sad reminiscing' on the Chi... But I made the choice to chase the fantasy of Shanghai Some say it's toxic to remain in the same pain but I remember what Racheal said about the rain It's meant to cleanse meant to push out the gunk the clean water flows to get you out of your funk Actions speak louder no use arguing 'gainst the tone deaf head under water definition of a slow death In a country that will commercialize suicide where can I find a slice of my American Pie We live in violent times the era of “Cash me oussideeeee” where me wearing a suit and tie don't mean I'm doing' fine Spoken to these non-re-elects about public ed. execs. who use the language of business to protect their necks They don't care about me companies are not people just culture vultures waiting' to pick from what remains to be seen Do they know Joseph wanted to the big guns Did they know Eve had cut marks that traveled the distance of the Red Sea Did they see Bethlehem had three grams of burning' bush just to forget about the troubles in her neighborhood Did they feel Mary when she claimed death was her only option The stones we throw inside our glass coffin