I was born on February 24th,
1970. The day I was 11,
they said I would build a legacy.
Picture me with the influence
that last generations.
I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated.
The first
three letters of the alphabet, my name.
I made you laugh.
I made you dance.
I made you
sing.
I've been around the world and back.
You recorded my arm and neck so daily way
before the fact me and pops was exchanged.
My father was a public figure bigger than
life lived as a winner on stages are like
rivers of people surely united just to see
our bond.
Time carried on.
That was a common thread.
My perfect father had many flaws.
Still,
they moved their legs and shook their heads in unison.
He had more children.
I was the oldest.
We always played with each other for they ruined them.
He told me his personal secrets, childhood,
catching them beaten,
sexually touched and abused.
Never seen life in a school.
The price of being
iconic was demonic and school.
I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news.
Stress
on the head on my spirit.
I was lost and confused.
I knew both sides of the story,
but still I couldn't
choose.
See,
it was more than humiliation and being sued.
They crucified my affiliation for
points to prove.
And now my purpose for living makes no difference to you.
My total existence
was for making a smile and move.
They said that I'll live forever.
But the moment he died,
more accusations arrived.
I had to die too.
I remember taking my first breath August 28,
1963. The whole nation has saved the day.
I made it on TV. My come out was a stand in no fade.
The crowd in disbelief.
How could a group of words be so great?
Desire to make you think.
Races and faces embracing my conscious and letter form.
How gracious was I speaking on changes was outside the norm.
The person responsible, my creator.
He never conformed and use hatred to form as retaliation.
Watch him perform with conviction.
250,000 souls left their homes to listen.
I gather his thoughts in abundance made to complete the mission.
This life became heroic and tables turned.
My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned other women.
Infidelity stricken.
I can't say he was perfect.
It made me nervous.
They tear him down and forget me.
I prayed that I survive in the midst of the controversy.
How many lives have followed death is if I'm not worthy.
How will justify his personal problems?
That's not my job.
I was only born to make sure your children can play outside.
And I imagine the other demons he hid before he died.
If they came to surface,
this dream probably won't be alive because of you.
I
was born in paranoia.
His poison for us.
We can't create with joyous ambition.
We're out of luck.
The critics formed a new coalition and huddled up.
The non-creators are now elated and out of touch.
Why can't you gladly appreciate the influence we give?
Stop staring at me disgusted.
My substance made sure you live.
You want the head of the messenger and the history of the world.
Stop staring at me disgusted.
My substance made sure you live.
You want the head of the messenger and the history from him,
which eventually takes away from the good you accustomed.
Think of a life without the likes of imagination that's prospering.
The bodies that you consider genes.
The great debaters and thinkers that gave you a voice.
Why can't you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I employ?
Because your better judgment would always look down on me.
But if I recollect how we connect,
you'll count on me.
I got a theory that most of y'all won't allow to see.
It goes like this.
Talent doesn't choose morality.
See,
if Daniel Hill was a killer,
would you not want a heart?
If Carl Benz was a racist,
would you stop driving cars?
I can't help we jump in these bodies and you call them a God.
Just know the earth is just a rock without the voices of art.
Sincerely yours.