I am my own man

my name is on there tongues but they do not know the man/ prophecy with a pen scripting tongues at the border of here and there, no mans land/ so i plot on plod on this journey that's mine skipping landmines/ ducking shots from figurative tech nines, no figure of speech the worlds mine/ land ima own mine let them know im my own man/ on my own man walk alone on this journey thats mine/ im tryna get my bank balance to be a one with mad Os like shit was binary/ they say some get better with age im the 200 hundred year old shit they keep at winerys/ no blasphemy i just conceive these so immaculate call my delivery virgin mary/ all hail it dont just rain when i brainstorm/ its that cold in my startosphere i need to descend from my sit in the clouds/ to converse with heads matter fact no talk just converse to the head/ i be stepping on rap niggas straightup rain dancing on rap niggas/ still make that beautiful music so im tap dancing on these niggas/