The Titan

Trust me son, you don’t know shit.
Let the sonic come, vibrations sure to hit.
Quick - the titan comes. I know you feel sick.
Watch the words and make sure you don’t miss.

You’re feeling irrelevant, elephant in the room, poachers coming soon.
Impending doom, walls closing on your room, look up at the sun and study the moon.
Footsteps crack with the weight of typhoons, mirror asking what are you gonna do?
Spiral in denial, drink blood from the Nile, compile the lies and confront them soon?

Who? Who? Who? Who?
Questions floating in like owls entered the room.
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do - choices left with you.
This form here - Hex proof.
Text the next of kin, the titan strikes again.
Feeling out of the element? Reread the Revenant.
Then you understand this frequency is evident.

Tell me who the President - Me bitch.
Feeling uneasy? Must be seasick.
Covid locked you up, scary sneezes.
Closed the world down with diseases, opened back this season.
I’m the reason they will define these lines as treason.
Clutching your chest are you freezin or wheezin.
I’m tired of toying with you, my trigger finger gets to squeezin.

I’m not the demon in this region, been defeated legions.

I’m just fire in the beacon to visualize weakened heathen’s schemin’.
Keep on dreamin’, as the rest of us are bleedin’
Preachin’ teachin’ easement of bereavement.

Hoop dreams and hoop rings keep cultures loopy.
Reenactment of the Tusti and Hutu.
Say the quite part out loud - Genocide ain’t new, it’s truth you keep muted.

Wool over your eyes — you love being hooded.
Rooted in the Word - “included”?
Holy means separated: check who tried to educate you.

I wanna elevate you, but first I need to alienate you.
Lyrically eradicate.
My character is targeted for assassination.
Nat Turner freeing you from new age plantations.
But I’m a Titan — we can't have negotiations.
Should I step off my spaceship and come down for a conversation with the head of your nation?
Patience — I love to keep you waiting, hating, and debating on my form of retaliation.

Indulge with you? Ha — I try to keep my body sacred,
So they can paint it on the walls when my words really become dangerous.

The water they give you — they keep it tainted.
Acquainted with the ancient, I’ve been stationed to declare this statement.

Mandated to engrave it on the walls of your basement — bitch, we ain’t related.
Persuaded to hold your ego here in my palms — I’ll deflate it.

Wait… where did you go? Damn — I think they fainted.

The Lion of Judah showed me I’m from that tribe too.
Reread that history and know this is what I was born into.