I write because
Evil is allergic to thought
It breeds off ignorance
So I let my ink on the page burn it
Spurn it
Return it
To
The Father Of The Lie
With it's tail in between it's legs
Screamin "Dat cat Ralph ain't playin"

I write because
My daddy used to
And all sons wanna be like their father
So I let my ink on the page remember
September
21, 1980
When my Heavenly Father
Gave me
To my Earthly father
To be his light
In Baltimore's darkness
No warm-ups ever needed
I always start hot
I'm still writin
Even after my daddy's heart stopped

I write because
I'm a black man with a black past
And all white people can't be hated
So I let my ink on the page speak
Greek
And Hebrew
Scriptues of love and forgiveness
It's way past time for us to move on
As my mind blesses me with new psalm
I see bright hopes all around us
But some see few
So I guess in the end, I write
Because you want me to

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought