With the pen I’m being real and I block my lie ability
Doesn’t matter how you look at it, being real is seen as a liability
Fronting has more profitability, even a prophet ability
Would be pushed aside, just to pull profit a bit near thee
Integrity lacking human beings, the torch is what I lit
I can’t sleep, insomnia is in some areas fighting each eyelid
Why fit in, I’m not like them, I bid them farewell
I’m a stand out, I don’t like them, it aint a bit fair.. well
..my art is strictly from the heart, it’s hand made
I did it from the start, I issue my own code of conduct, I’m not a handmaid
It starts with a pen which I grab then my hand shakes
I introduce myself to the beat, my words ask for a handshake
You got a hard head, said my mother when I fell as a kid
Maybe that’s why I’m hardheaded, what I felt as a kid
Was different from the others, I even fell for this girl, I kid..
She fell for me, was too smart for my age I was like.. wise
It’s 10 years later, and guess what, I still feel likewise
All I need is my brain, heart and soul, Zu’s net works
I can be the unsocial type who’s social, just ask my networks
I can protect myself, don’t need no high social security number
I get to work each time I write, no need for a social security number