Off the rip I'mma address this injustice
It won't let me rest and I'm getting rambunctious
So while I still function I'm after your neck
I ain't holding back punches
I call this poetical justice
Bet
You're in bed with all the corruption
The thread that's keeping all dysfunction in function
A threat in the comfort of having the privilege
To chop and eject a person that's nothing but honest
And no, I'm not talking politics for your info but hold
Here's a snippet for that topic in bold
"I know that government still serves its purpose and it plays a continuous role
But it won't take my life
In other words it won't usurp my soul
For as long as men are in power I expect to be devoured and sold"
Cause you're the harlot they all use to control
To confuse the hearts of men who'll induce a revolt
Seduced to stand tall
Refusing to fold
You're doing your part but I'm the sleuth who still holds
The whole picture and the roots of your growth
And I don't need to frame you for I am the proof of your faults
And I can't only blame you for the good have used you as well
So these are the results of this crucible
Look around, how many stupid wars are you shooting for?
You're so easy to fall for in our human world
You're holding all the cards but I'm still looming above
Cause I'm a constant haunting in every ruthless skull
And I'mma press and squeeze while I'm dressed as guilt
I flex my effect till I eventually spill
Before or after a death
Cause falsehood ain't permanently built

Now when y'all hear this
You'll know I bleed this
I'm fearless
I will expose all your evil deeds
Send a full-on assault on indecencies
How many wrongs will I stand to see?
It's a widespread disease
I've seen in many lost in villainy
While I fight death to be cause they are bending me
I'm weakened steadily as I let them breathe
While the bereaved dig heavily too confused to see
So I'm behooved to be
This carbon black truth
Delivered on mic in my booth
I've got a mouthful of juice
Like saliva that slobbers for food
Cause my foe is connivingly astute
So folks, this studio session ensues
I'm not some lightweight to fight to amuse
Am I provoked? Nah
I'm just a result that I never choose
I'm between the stars and the moon
Therefore I cannot be removed
I'll spark all bright minds and diffuse
Defusing bold lies with the truth
Producing cold rhymes when I brood
And spoof the rude youth too
I persist in the palm of a hand
In the grasp of a man that leads
He assists me along without qualms for my plans, you see
Finna soothe and pick on all your fickle moods
As I ditch all sick and tricky falsity
And I'm looking forward to forming this poet
See I ain't Adon
This is the pen of Adon
My freedom to ink has begun
I'll never be done
My nib's not afraid
This is the start of a race
And the truth will go off like a gun