Path of the Chosen

Breeze'Tales Speaks Just a year ago, I could barely get a break The way my life was going, it was really, give or take Healing from the trauma, so much shit at stake Yea my album coming, I just cannot really give a date Say it's all love, yet and still, I feel the hate Niggas claiming real, but I say, they're really fake I seen and I've witnessed it, they didn't really give a shit Open up ya eyes, see them guys, ain't as real as this And they never will be, somebody gotta feel me 29 years of rapping, tell me how they still sleep? I've been giving them this heat, for some decades Check my receipt, every debt paid Every step made, can only hope, it was the right direction Screaming fuck the world, might, need some light protection Standing in the dark, and you know, the pitch is black In my lab, finna record, I'll, have to hit you back I didn't wanna walk this path, but they made me choose I can hear them bitches laugh, as I lace my shoes I can't let them see I'm mad, though I hate to lose Music misunderstood, like they stay confused How they sleeping on my flow, set it straight to snooze Asking why I ain't rich, I didn't make the rules Still strapped, in case, I have to blaze them fools Don't be trying me like no lame, bitch I paid my dues, for real And I still, spit that real shit Name Ka-Flame, but I still be on some chill shit Flows I composed, on them ho's, yea they still sick Forever underrated, something I gotta live with Hit the kill switch, just to put yo shit on mute I'm the one she wanna chill with, blowing me like a flute Go against the squad, that's what stupid niggas do Till we aiming at ya heart like, cupid when he shoot Every track I'm letting loose, gotta have a vibe to it Southside of Albany, come on man, lets ride through it They ain't representing it?, fuck it, guess that I'll do it Stacking up these racks, trying to add more piles to it Dealing with the pain, I just smile through it all Second guessing my music, like I shouldn't got involved Thinking you a fan, that was never the case Yea I planned to give them hell, but them devils escaped I didn't wanna walk this path, but they made me choose I can hear them bitches laugh, as I lace my shoes I can't let them see I'm mad, though I hate to lose Music misunderstood, like they stay confused How they sleeping on my flow, set it straight to snooze Asking why I ain't rich, I didn't make the rules Still strapped, in case, I have to blaze them fools Don't be trying me like no lame, bitch I paid my dues, for real Duke Dennis Speaks