A No One With Nothing

He can’t help you more than he can help himself. He focus on 2 things: moving, and justice dealt. Do it to the beat too, he gonna get his belt. Lashes to back like vinyl scratches, violence tied down, fastened. Brows furrow and dispense passion. Like last week, he was angry, You were laughing. Not for long, you needed ransacking. he ain’t attacking first, This is what you deserve. You tore his shirt, Spit on his shoes, I hope this hurts, More perturbed verses slurred, God with my spirit, This my church. ain’t a Christian though, My god is much more mystical. Possibly devious, He’ll hit you with centrifugal force, The meanest, compassionate rage, That’s straight from the source. Remind you of love, Watch the torque. Missions too ambitions, Baby, abort. A no one with nothing Has even less to lose. So watch the hands, Stick and move. A no one with nothing Has the world to prove. So watch his sword, Or his pen that’s skewed. He gon pen that too. He gon make his move. He does it now, he won’t wait for soon Until fate ensues And the breaker box has a breaking fuse. Rage comes quick, and hunger quicker. He won’t stop to chat, he won’t sign your picture. Gluttons fat from sweet, he dishes bits of bitter. He ain’t kidding around, can’t afford no baby sitter. Little dogs have bite, there ain’t no runts of litters. A no one with nothing Has even less to lose. So watch the hands, Stick and move. A no one with nothing Has the world to prove. So watch his sword, Or his pen that’s skewed.