Pyramid Scheme

Reporting live from the motherland surrounded by the sun and sand. Knowing there’s a power within me I’m tryna understand. Kids rushing me for pictures like I’m professional. They don’t have a clue who I am but can tell I’m special though. I started to ask myself, is it the hair or the height? But on second thought, maybe they’re aware of the light. It beams as I’m winning, I’ll tie that line to Kings in the ending.  Some lady looked me in the eye and claimed the Sphinx and I twinning. The heart of a lion, I haven’t even started my triumph. I’m bred for the battle, she told me I resemble a Pharaoh.

I just follow my heart and mind my business. When I’m writing I’m in higher spirits. Words paint a picture like it’s hieroglyphics. My future’s bright, I’ve got a blinding vision. What’s in a name? Can it define a mission? Gift from God, that’s my divine intention. So many bars it’s like my mind’s a prison. Shine my light cause I’m a prism.

When you create your reality, it becomes clearer to dream. I’m cooking up a master plan, this is my Pyramid Scheme. I’ve gotta go get it, it’s for the taking. Prolific proliferation. I know that I’ve got the power to switch up my situation. Through he who strengthens me, I find the strength in myself. Taking carefully crafted steps, I’ve been pacing myself. It’s amazing how my faith in God breeds faith in myself. Every day I talk to God and I say thanks for my health. And every chance I get, I say thanks for the help. As he leads me in this prophetic direction. Poetic reflection has rendered me a bevy of blessings. With every single exhale, release the breath of a legend. I’ve been trying to shoot my shot, I know the devil’s contesting. But because I walk with God I know there’s never a weapon,

-formed against me that’s gonna succeed. I’ve gotta keep that in mind when it’s a struggle to breathe. When my chest starts closing in and it feels tough to proceed. If I don’t allow myself to write, there’s nothing to read. And I’ve got hearts to touch and minds to inspire , so when I’m trapped inside my thoughts I free my mind as a writer. When I write how I’m hurting, the pain is worth the scar, when someone reads it and tells me their favorite verse or bar. I used to bear it all, I feel like it’s supposed to be like that. I think my problem now is I don’t get as vulnerable in raps. Like mummification. Sometimes it’s kinda tough to explain it. The comfort is waning. I’m putting this on wax and displaying, the depths of my feelings. But I never regret it, it’s healing. Can’t be afraid to show my hand cause I don’t question who’s dealing. I just said my prayers to God and he was next to me kneeling.

I’m made to mobilize, tell stories that make them close their eyes. Supposed to rise, pictures painted leave em posterized. Watch me raise my price through all these quotes of mine. I can blow up from underground because I go-for mine. The flow combined, with the lyrics it is so divine. I write while looking up to God and then he shows me signs, that I’d really hoped to find. And it really grows my mind.

I’ve been writing this since I woke up, guess it took me a while. Thanksgiving having dinner overlooking the Nile. Brazil just scored on Serbia, I’ve got goals that I’m worthy of. Climbing to the top of the pyramid, know the journey’s tough. No need to worry, young King like Keegan Murray. I know that the only misstep would be to hurry and the moment you start squinting your eyes is when things get blurry. So again, I just follow my heart and mind my business. When I’m writing I’m in higher spirits. Words paint a picture like it’s hieroglyphics. My future’s bright, I’ve got a blinding vision. What’s in a name? Can it define a mission? Gift from God, that’s my divine intention. So many bars it’s like my mind’s a prison. Shine my light cause I’m a prism.