My Epic - Rasheed Chappell

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