for ivy.

it was written:

she holds me in chains,
i have her last name, tyler,
written in the sand,
follow after her footsteps,
there she ran,
freestyle after freestyle,
she tried to understand, but,
now she's cut,
from the same cloth,
a socialist, an edifice,
a freedom fighter,

who shine brighter,
but this mother,
this cousin of rap,
the gospel of the future of the family in fact,
push, deeper into the gush,
feel new points of origin,
we sail the 8th see,

where the pope can't see,
even if you poke,
dude, you can not be,
whatever is deemed appropiate,
our state of the union is still love,
i'm appointed and annointed, are you?,
who gave you your street name?,
we've never heard of you,
you've lost your leverage,

get a clue,
she's a God of the earth,
a percentage point of Allah's championship game,
dude, you don't even know her real name,
i fought for her,
in the natural and in the heavenlies,
now i present her to the universe to see,
my lovely, my grace, my twin, my face,

her wisdom, her soft touch, for me to clutch,

and so and so, and such and such,
this is, the song of songs,
as if, she could, never do the world wrong,
we raise our kids to push long, love strong,
stand tall, curse satan, don't lie,

as if every moment is our last promise to die,
oops the predicates are celibate,
now fuck em,

now love em,
rap is punk rock,

we sell digital rock on the virtual blacktop,
fu wunder, ghost, poppa, priest, at least,
i ran on blocks that only accepted plastique,

valentines day,

a buck ten on the bush family dime, thats me!!!!!,
let the carter dynasty laugh at this,
im writing to the hungry,

flex drop bombs phd talibany,
engineered for my voice, come find me,
y'all mother fuckas have no choice,
cause this comes from the love of our family.

for ivy. for jay dee. for die.
read,

pray,

learn,

grow.