Im a raisin in the sun By the poolside pruning Aging and prudent Soul as old as the hymn I hear in the distance Sound like a Sunday morning cleaning I paint the scene like the Sistine ceiling Seal my fate in an envelope mailed to my sender Leave it buried in a capsule for me to Capture when rapture come Just tell em please don't spoil the footnotes Never looked to a tarot for a carrot of knowledge I know his eye is on the sparrow so in spite of peril I am still a pearl inside the hands Of the most careful tenured jeweler In pursuit of making pieces of apparel All of them are herald As the best Just like the harolds that you're family frequents I am not a hero just an heirloom Looming in the air is the thick or resistance calling Like the crisp you feel in autumn Don't tell me chill I feel like a man possessed as of late on a hill I'd die on it a king before I let em knock my spiel Rap is not a skill more a gift That I've had the time to congeal into movement No longer sitting still At the age of 24 I've seen too many homies die young Futures that was vibrant with they light dimmed So who am I to wake up every morning Thinking time is mine to harness for myself Like it's not children starving Who could probably change the world if just acknowledged And people still in bondage That line is an entendre in itself Distribution of wealth and resources that set us back A system that's not made for us hate us because we black My Pops came from nothing so I wanted for nothing I watched him toil the soil for the generation below him to flourish Approaching 50 And he still growing I watch his evolution in awe Often I stall when I Think about my progress So many people counting on me making it I've taken it to heart Just as I know the body that I'm blessed with Will eventually turn carcass And a car can only start with the functioning of parts In one accord within the member like a caucus I know I'm far from flawless And so I often audit my process I know a wise man is auditory first I immerse into each parable of life Rehearsing lesson like a parrot from insight That's apparent I'm enlightened with by blocking out my sight Walk by faith until my mights become a will And then my Will becomes my might And any woes become a wheel in which I steer Just like a steer until I'm stable Cavalier in my approach Change my closet from the catacombs to clear Storage space More a base in which I build Playing billiards when the ball is in my court Every line I spit is felt Earn my stripes and when my suits finally assort It feel like a Sunday morning cleaning