RICH BREEZY

“I ain’t a thug or a crook but I bet fools mistook me for a bitch, a snitch, some kinda patsy or fag, a junkie with an itch. That I’ll never be. If my name ain’t Rich. I’m just an artist emcee a white G from New City so I’m cut from a different cloth your classless rag can’t fuck with my swag especially when I’m dishing writtens in the booth like I’m serving your sweet tooth with the cake opposite of fake you’re so pathetic give yourself a break trying to call me collect from the county jail I’m too busy enjoying life while you’re hanging with jake, maybe you ended up found in a lake wrapped in plastic your situation was drastic but I’m past it maybe send some flowers to your mother at your wake, Rich Breezy the truth don’t confuse me for a fake maybe you’ll get it someday but no sign as of late. Damn I just look back at this sad story thinking I’m the star of this movie, and all the critics agreed that it’s great. I’m a hero not a villain I even saved the date so if you prefer death row we can just anticipate the wait. I will slay the serpent because I got the valor of a saint. I just really had to let go of all my hate, I won’t fail to be victorious, there’s just no fate but what we make.”

“Racism is so profound a philosophical force it exceeds the act of prejudice itself & exists as a human characteristic of the social dilemma inherent in ethnic diversity.” – Richard Brown

When I’m approaching the mic I make a sorta like damn fucking dyke with spikes for the fucking damn words that I use to hold up your style making it mine for a while as I beguile the pile and build it like a revival of words that I use to purge the wounds of the weak and reach out to the meek for the decency of humility and stability with my wordplay ability its all reality in my mind right? The innocent repent for feelings they’ve kept but never wept it was all an institution but no bloody revolution it was execution of government in the right kinda stubbornness that made it alright to leak my rap bully shit as I leak over these rhymes a million times its a freedom to declare that government was the reason we failed and the hypocrisy prevailed as they Nailed Sarah Palin and became just like Stalin its no lemongrass its kick your ass I got to totally erase your existence from the hourglass and I said kiss my ass with my taxes guns knives and samurai swords I unload these liquid hoards like canisters of whip ass and rhino horns as I begin to swarm like I’m capable of inflicting harm my rhymes escape me like you try to fake me and chase me and never erase me I’m so alchy. 

 It’s difficult times When you’ve got predictable rhymes

All these despicable minds

Attempt to fulfill my demise 

I doubt it’s me they despise

It’s a reflection of self in disguise

The deception lies in the eyes

If to see is to believe

I’m legendary 

These hoes are secondary

Every single one of them, temporary 

I have to keep updating my secretary

Because they’re never more than a blurred memory

I suppose it’s hereditary 

I never take it slow or steady

I gamble to leave wealthy

I usually leave with pockets hefty

I’m not a vigilante, not a criminal, but I’m also not a coward. I’m not a martyr. I’m not the most powerful or the most popular but I am a somebody. I spent most of my life severely frustrated, now I just feel overwhelmed most of the time by the seemingly sheer hopelessness of it all. I make promises I don’t keep. I act aloof & ignore my true feelings because I’m scared of the monster I might have growing in me as I’m tormented by these demons. Yet synchronicity would label me an enduring survivor committed to pacifism, learning from my elders & adolescents, firmly rooted in my foundation, scared to test the waters I know all too well. I crave a sense of accomplishment but feel mistakenly overlooked. Pressed for time I continue to waste it. If only I could heal myself by myself I would have, but I’ve accepted that I cannot do this. Instead I inch closer to my ambitions as people question my motives and sense my potential. I refuse to become wasted talent and possess all the courage I could possibly need. My weakness is my fragility and the realization of mortality in a dangerous environment where every choice has a consequence. I must choose to act or choose to fail. I must choose life. I was taught “If I can, I must. If I must, I will.” The world doesn’t rest on my shoulders but my head does and to release my spirit from this prison is what I will fight for. My words are weapons and my enemy shall be my mistress as my friends shall become the victims I will rescue from a fate worse than my past. Uncovering the truth is first and destroying the fake is final. My purpose is paranormal and my proof is my power. Let the Earth be my canvas, my battlefield, my monument. To the victor go the spoils of virgins alike.