Antisocial Butterfly

It's like the yin & yang, its like the jinn that try to make me do bad things
I gotta look up to the Faith in me, looking in the mirror that's the face I see

War war war war, war war war war craft aay
War war war war, war war war war
War war war war, war war war war path aay
War war war war, war war war war

At war with myself, war with myself, inner dilemmas put me odds with everybody else
Do this or...
We gone have a problem like I Muhammad Ali & you Sonny Liston, have you lisping
Hey, you the only one, only one, the only one
Ever truly listening

This here sound, Donyeal C. Brown, playing Sunday morning at the intermission or the benediction
Yeah God can be a mother but that mother moves
Yeah I said that & the big Yadda surely moves you

How I know how one part may sound but might not know how the rest of the tune go
That's that puzzle you make so complicated so I can simplify my soul
Make me whole, make me whole again
Feel my soul, don't fill my soul with sin

Sick, I've done alot
Sick, I've shit the diap
Well, I shit the pot
Well, I use my wipes
Angels love my locs, Demons wipe me down
Gods give me my props, Devils swipe left with frown
Slithery as a snake also I get Shiesty know my lil Pooh bear so gutta she crawled out the mud with crowns
Arose afraid to give her crayons cause she tryn eat
Derricks everything in site she'll rip the shoes straight off your feet
She's every part of me that will never accept defeat
She's every part of me that ground dirt walls in Easton cleats
She got a new lil sister who she is very eager to teach
1st lesson gone be how to burn out each creep that will leach
Hella protective over her sissy yes we already can see
If a nigga ever do them wrong I'll unlock him nose like Dave East with a key
If a nigga ever do them wrong I'll body eem like J. Cole did that Who Dat beat

I used to have a lil plug making extra off a lil weed til he start playing round with my Q's & my P's
Had to step away from that, won't go into too much detail but some racial blurb was the last words he ever said to me
Moral of that short veered off mirror story is watch the company you keep
Everyone that greets you with a smile & handshake ain't always balancing their own individual inner G
Evil & Good friendly every breakfast but at the dinner date swear to be forever enemies

Lunchin on my fears til I can't eat no more
Gluttonous for punishment think the Christians call that the Babylonian whore
Whole Earth built with ctrl so we never know what's in store
Unless we read the targeted Target advertisement brochure
Get the point
Get my jist
Bomb.com we just Wish Wish Wish
They just watch & listen to all interactions
Then time seal our deaths with a kiss
Get high until we die lifes a bitch

Powered that's no M no Lithiu
Watch out for the maze, demons may Lilith you
In the belly of the beast
Open up the dragon mouth
Worlds gone finish you
On the Earth disposing of the Genius & prop up the court jester or the fool

Thoughts become action
Action breeds habit
Hoping your fasting okay your fasting
Hoping your fasting okay your fasting
Guess what my nigga?
Now you the food

Get away get away get away from me , this mirror war got Sunday feels
Hey brother reverend check the reference
That way you know Saturdays the 7th
& on Sunday you take all your own one ways on the stairway to heaven
This my church vibe, no such thing as a social butterfly
Now you see me, now you don't
Though you try to catch me, hope you know you won't

Up to my old ways & Ka ain't talking bad things
No no sad tings, hear thee from mad range
Even the sums I don't feel odd, I usually blank out black or white & take on rad change
Energy Exchange on the soul train
Nobody can ever say I conflicted or complained
Before, during, or even after the cash came

Said unhh gaahdamn
Send me more oxygen if you can
My wife is purity
Yea we Lady & the Tramp
My own blood wanna see my demise worse than Uncle Sam
I ignore the contact if I don't want it send that there to spam
Jump out my face like Meek Future
Your futures bleak
No Memphis, we getting jiggy as a Big Rocky L
Jigga biggity bam
The old heads hear my record & say, "yea this my jam"

I been doing this since Bob Marley was in diapers
You had no idea I walked this Earth before because you're an aggressive typo
These gifts are great but greatness takes full on dedication & undivided nature for all you regressive typers

At war with myself, war with myself, inner dilemmas put me odds with everybody else
Do this or...
We gone have a problem like I Muhammad Ali & you Sonny Liston, have you lisping
Hey, you the only one, only one, the only one
Ever truly listening

This here sound, Donyeal C. Brown, playing Sunday morning at the intermission or the benediction
Yeah God can be a mother but that mother moves
Yeah I said that & the big Yadda surely moves you

How I know how one part may sound but might not know how the rest of the tune go
That's that puzzle you make so complicated so I can simplify my soul
Make me whole, make me whole again