In My Bag: Asrah (Higher Than Air)
Peace,
This is the first in a series that will show my verses from Asrah called “In My Bag”. So no one can tell you otherwise…I’m in my bag
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“Hassle free,
Not w/ industry or clout chasing tendencies
I’m cloud chasing, facing demons who be Run-ning in circles in misery, so DMC/thee MC stay fiending...for a mic & space to blast your Biz, //Put yo money where your mouth is! You can’t doubt this, my moves marquee/Markie, did you see em?! But you ain’t, now you quarantined
Twenty Eight weeks later - horror scene,
Hate spreads deep in the old regime,
But I’m a hairy/Harry mf overthrowing the Queen
So it seems, Soul sparkle...like Meghan Markle
Out the crib, they turned our tragedy to a jail bid, they fail the kid! so I grind - to stay sane...negate the negativity - double up on integrity, dodge it - moved my pivot feet, that’s traveling,
your illusion is done unraveling, hit your ass like a javelin - on the rebound battling,
then hit this bud real quick I’m dabbling ... in the air
Asrah, higher than air! (Oh my god)
Where we go, I’ll take you there! (you’re a star)
First they love you then they say it ain’t fair (//they be like nah)
But we’ll make it on a wing and prayer (make em say ahh)
I’m proud that I’m Black from America, I represent love I ain’t scary bruh,
I keep my guards up in this art of war, ingrained in my thoughts I’m from Baltimore...
to be precise, no sleep I’m beyond nice, No spirit & moral sacrifice & I love the fact ..
that I have to write - yea it brings satisfaction,
sacred passions,
a thrill like cardboard backspins ..in This Place Hotel by the Jacksons,
I’m back in - fully livid, a rhyme (assassin) Assa-Sun spitting vivid,
if you see a blown mic then I probably did it! Weak emcees imitate but get hit ....
by tracks & specks of Sun’s spit, run it! Rather be alone than pretending in public,
I’m a free soul not a goddamn puppet!
