Do I Still Have It?
wanted to see if i still had it
put lyrics to paper it's like pure magic
coming out the hat you never know what'll be
but i'm revealing ill shit like chants and prophecies
themodernmarvel is my aka
named after love, black power, grooves
or simplified
marvin gaye
have no real purpose but to live and share life
take a snapshot of what i see and reveal it as i write
my life
the good and the bad
the happiness and the sad
moments as there's many
hunger as i count pennies
mad cause there aren't any
but stories i have plenty
so writing is my therapy
to deal with the effects of pure gravity
that's right the pull down
where i tend to roam around
but i call it the underground
where true heroes have been found
i wanted to see if i still had it
the ability to blank out all the tragic
visions of gun barrels, chains and caskets
piss smelling pavements and constant harassments
lessons of submission and dependancy
a dark history as it's been pushed into me
slavery
anger, frustration, rage and hate
follows as i'm expected to play my part and walk straight
but the crooked lines lead me off path
falling over the hurdles and wishing i had
a dad
a teacher or a preacher
a leader to help this believer
convince himself that he still has it
the ability to push through his life that's drastic
the strength to turn around
and walk away from the tempting sounds
of satan chanting
come on brotha nobody is watching
but i'm wondering if i still have it
the mentality of a mislead youth
on a path of bad habits
with the only thing saving me
is this ink filled tube of plastic
what do you think...
do i still have it...?
put lyrics to paper it's like pure magic
coming out the hat you never know what'll be
but i'm revealing ill shit like chants and prophecies
themodernmarvel is my aka
named after love, black power, grooves
or simplified
marvin gaye
have no real purpose but to live and share life
take a snapshot of what i see and reveal it as i write
my life
the good and the bad
the happiness and the sad
moments as there's many
hunger as i count pennies
mad cause there aren't any
but stories i have plenty
so writing is my therapy
to deal with the effects of pure gravity
that's right the pull down
where i tend to roam around
but i call it the underground
where true heroes have been found
i wanted to see if i still had it
the ability to blank out all the tragic
visions of gun barrels, chains and caskets
piss smelling pavements and constant harassments
lessons of submission and dependancy
a dark history as it's been pushed into me
slavery
anger, frustration, rage and hate
follows as i'm expected to play my part and walk straight
but the crooked lines lead me off path
falling over the hurdles and wishing i had
a dad
a teacher or a preacher
a leader to help this believer
convince himself that he still has it
the ability to push through his life that's drastic
the strength to turn around
and walk away from the tempting sounds
of satan chanting
come on brotha nobody is watching
but i'm wondering if i still have it
the mentality of a mislead youth
on a path of bad habits
with the only thing saving me
is this ink filled tube of plastic
what do you think...
do i still have it...?
Labels: hip hop, lyrics, marvin woodard, poem, the modern marvel, voice through lyrics

