Lyrics My Epic - Rasheed Chappell

My Epic

Sorry for confusion illusions I don’t provide
Hungry bellies turn to felons the place I reside
Homicide on the daily babies born to addiction
The outside world I offer my description
Clinics abort a fetus the loss of Black genius
Adidas hang on wires as a symbol of death
Life we don’t appreciate houses they depreciate
Use anything to numb it out helps to alleviate
The load carried, roads travelled alone
It’s my poetic justice
I’m facing life in this poem
Started as a hobby for fun, rhyming for sport
To my people I’m their savior, live I report
As a portrait of humanity forgotten by society
Often emulated now ain’t that fucking irony
They package and they sell it, distribute and make millions
We fight for the crumbs from the top
Through glass ceilings, pray that we can make it out
'Cause we got hopes and dreams but they hard to attain
With no ways and means so we cook clean
Athlete rap, sing, ghetto and the Barrios
Africans and Latins, I speak for you, I sincerely do
I see your beauty and they gon' see it too