Who Am I?

Who Am I?

My name is Yalabe, Yala meaning God, the one that presides over the Kings

Which means it was bestowed upon me to be nothing less than great

As for Be, I was the gift that my Mother bore for nine months

And when I was finally unwrapped…nothing else in this world compared

For she knew that I would always be fine, because the divine gave her Yalabe

… God’s Gift

Who Am I?

I strive to be a teacher, but I was born a chemist, but understand I hate science

Pour some words into a cup, and then add truth

Whip those ingredients to a fine consistency… You now have an altered reality

Where the fish fly and the birds swim, yet it all makes sense

And people focus on the future, instead of building villages in their past

Who Am I?

My mother told me that if I am to be a King, I better be a Tyrant

Growing up I held myself to an unjust standard…

Until the day came where I decided I would revolutionize my mind

Fairly simple…I GREW THE FUCK UP

Some tough words from a Queen, but she was molding her Heir

… to be a better man than his predecessor

Who Am I?

I’m just another NIGGER…

Skin tone matches those of hyper-sexualized and violent savages

And my words are worth as much as garbage

But if I am to be confined to being a NIGGER…

I decided I would open a book, and read between the lines of my history

Decipher the coded language of English, and speak its foreign tongue

I would look the part…

Clothed in a three piece suit and status only fit for the intelligent

So If I am to be a NIGGER…it will be on my terms

Who Am I?

Even if I gave you my glasses to examine my bare soul in these words

You will never understand…

If you saw the beauty of my lady, which is an extended reflection of me

You will never understand…

But you will understand the next time you wonder, Who Am I?

You will know this is Yalabe, which is Who I Am.