For weeks I’ve been trying to switch my speech up.Keep a conscious mind frame every time I speak up.
But, no Ebonics makes my lingo catatonic to to the
people I was raised with, ran the streets and grazed with.
A crucial conflict, I wonder how I fade this.
It’s not a good look sayin’ “nigga” with a raised fist.
Hypocrite; how dare I sit up on this mental fence.
I’ve got some swag but I’ve also got common sense
and it makes sense.
Once it starts to unfold,
Two personas battle, D-Huckaby versus Jah Soul.
I must put one on hold
so the other one can flourish.
But one will starve while the other one is being nourished.
To be honest, I’m not ready for D-Huckaby to perish.
Too many memories and struggles that I’ve come to cherish.
But you cannot serve two masters, that much is proven.
So through my actions, I guess we will see which one is losin’…