Watch My Noose Loosen

I'm a radical by definition, to think on my level & be my tone is a vast inconsistency with what is expected. I'm supposed to be what they want, I'm supposed to be the coonin guy that caters to their needs. I'm supposed to adjust to what they want, wear what they want me to & bob my head to what they all like at the time. No choice, no dispute or rebuttal, if I do I'll be out of line & in vast social trouble. See from birth you control me, you tell me how to walk talk & act given the situation, but what am I to do when I wanna just be basic, when I wanna just be me. I can't! Why? Cuz you delete, chop it up, grind it, keep it a secret. I gotta portray a certain air when I'm in your presence, if I look at you too long violence could ensue & the cops will be visiting one of our parents. Why? Can't I be an observer, maybe I'm just using what God said I could, my sight to survey the scene & make sure things are understood.


See when I'm in your arena I can't talk to your people if I'm a stranger, I can't say hi to your women cuz that will put me in danger. I can't be open cuz later the police will close off the area, you'll look me in my face & laugh while you say, "We'll piss on you after they bury ya!" What am I to do, should I bury you, & after I do it should I cooperate so they lower my case from Murder 1 to Murder 2? That's no choice a black man or ANY man should ever face, but especially a black man cuz one person's decision reflects our whole race! Should I go into a fit of rage when you approach me like I don't belong or when I nod my head to what isn't "your" song? Nah, I'll just do me. No matter the cost I'll just be me.


Then the ridicule comes, "Why is he here? He needs to leave, no one wants him here." You won't say it to my face cuz you all a bunch of cowards, but once I'm gone it is my character you will proceed to devour. It's ok though, if you say-so, things will change @ the end of the day though, so the next time you wanna hide your true identity like Killer Instinct's Jaygo, remember the truth will liberate the lies & you will be a repeat topic of drama so you'll be a Lupe Fiasco. It's hard bein real, it's hard opening the door to the insecurities of people's souls when they desperately wanna keep them concealed. No more walkin like you want, no more, "how high's" when you tell me to jump, no more fear when I walk down the street worryin about a pistol pump. What? You thought I was talking about white people & how the restrict me didn't you? No I'm talking about all the people who determine what black is & how you should act it out, & on the real I'm sick of you. Dealin with you is a bigger pain than movin…& why am I up here I need to get down cuz you all just watched my noose loosen.

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain, before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni