Shameful (Intermission) - Ransom, J.R

Uh, wide awake, I’ve been sleepwalkin'

I follow my dreams, stalkin'

Supreme awesome, when I reach it I’m goin' Steve Austin

That Stone Cold shit the streets talkin'

Might smash two cans together, let the beer just leak off 'em

I wore my heart on my shirts, then ripped the sleeves off 'em

I’m bearin' arms, you niggas need garments

Get out the Creek, Dawson

Repeat target, won’t let defeat block 'em

Elite guard mixed with a street baller

Had peeps cross me in the Hine years, watch the ankles my nigga

Time heals, audit ya steps, I’m like a minefield

How you live is how you define fear

That was life talkin' to me when I had the blind ears

Now I perform on any platform

The knives been keepin' my back warm

They start changin', I transform

They’ll cry later, I’ll laugh more

Ain’t no fadin' this black boy, nah, man I’m remainin' solid

Won’t change my logic for any amount of bank deposits

So change the topic, I wanna be rich but fame is option

Attention seekers all addicted to the same narcotic

Some niggas get through trainin' camp but never make the roster

Different stories but they tend to share the same synopsis

I’m tired of payin' homage

If pain is knowledge, no reconcilin', these heinous scholars

No shame ya honor

We sellin' dope in exchange for dollars

Get 50 Cent at 'em and Ghost 'em to remain in Power

I’m like the second plane crashin' in the remainin' Tower

Life is upon us, thread lightly or spend life as a goner

Odell Beckham, they respect him for fightin' his corner

Well, can he fall off 'cause fans are demandin' all-star?

Or maybe Randy’s war scars’ll turn him to Andy Warhol

It’s not a question of can he withstand the onslaught

Or rather do we fight for our food or we plan to all starve?

I lost money, I lost friends but no lost cause

I lost y’all, but ain’t lose faith when you lost yours

Cross me and get crossed off

You Charles Lee with your boss talk

That Child’s Play, no hable

When they ride dick and get tossed off

Yeah, no disrespect this just part of my poem

How does it feel to be the greatest of artists unknown?

Pardon my zone, just thinkin' back when my father was home

Pickin' on kids 'cause they parents love 'em more than my own

Damn, would like to think that, that part of me’s grown

The perfect king’ll give his life when he’s guardin' his throne

And I’m guardin' my throne

It’s a shame what these people’ll say when they hidin' from the truth

Why blame the kid that’s bangin' and not who run the youth?

Why blame the brother that’s aimin' and not who come to shoot?

You gon' blame the nigga that’s hangin'

And not who hung the noose?

Ex-drug dealer and killer slangin' in front the stoop

When the moon’s out we be warrin' call it the run and shoot

Smokin' weed, guzzlin' liquor over a 100 proof

Shootin' guns, duckin' reporters who only want the scoop

Duffle Bag, the God of War, I’m the son of Zeus

We ain’t in the same weight class, nigga, like Pun and Snoop

From the roots, pissy hallways, buildings and jumpin' roofs

Runnin' loose, got the war scars for those who want the proof

It’s a shame how this life is stressin' me out

Since a baby I was Blue, guess I’m only Destiny’s Child

It’s a shame, there’s only been one that’s bless with the style

Food for thought, if you lost then I’m givin' recipes out

What a shame…