I'm loosely fixated
I am the greatest on Earth on my block
I try not to define the finer points of myself with the tip of a Scud rocket
But I will shoot my shit..loosely
Yet it seems when my greatness is tested in the form of bringing help
I'm using a compacted style to battle these demons filling slots of those dispatched
Knowing that the full extension of my reach is powerful
I'm relegated to flicks of the fingers
Plucking at cancers like a virgin popping the top of a clit...stupidly
It's dumb but effective...if you get my drift....
And there are times that I want to lay these paws on jaws
Cave teeth to make domino tops
Use the droplets of blood for dots
BIG SIX TO THE BOARD NIGGA!!!
but the fights that surround me don't allow for that glee
Keeping me from the relief that I crave for
So in breaks attained I shadow box
Waiting to put that ultimate move on display and rock-a-bye that ass
Now I am getting too into myself
And these fights are getting tedious as the opponents are getting stronger
I can't flick these grunts off me protecting you all
I can't remove these tactics that are submissive until contracted
I can't see victory sometimes
I can't lose
My hands become weary as the trust in them fail at times
Dropping bombs have been reduce to dropping dimes
And the passes are not connecting
My communication is worse than a Sprint cellphone
So now I wish my hands can regain that greatness it has
Save my fiance from falling victim to thyroid cancer
Or reverse my Uncle's plight from pancreatic cancer
And until those prayers are answer
I will keep fighting for your freedom.....
With these hands....