What is the world?

Everybody says I'm lyrical cause every bomb I drop is a miracle.
It's a feeling so spiritual like its pulling me up the individual,
 a visual of every bad dream becomes divisible.
the hopes come to be I'm litteral-ly, catchin the beat,
bringing the heat, you hear them stomping their feet.
I keep kickin it just kickin a drum, look at how fun,
making a sum of all my problems and a bitch is every one.
I'm what makes the warriors run,
the last one standing when the war is won SON!
Breakin the backs of these animals,
their words left unheard, understandable?!
I see with my mind how blind the world is
they can never find time, to listen to the rhyme or reason
the seasons aren't making a line.
We gotta clean up this grime, only to find
that you break the binds that contain us all.
The walls are crashing now they just crack and fall.
Everybody be careful it could kill us all
but I'll be there standing tall!

Who are you father?

Part 1
What do I have to say? That I think it's okay
Because you're a fake, everything beginning to break-
Down from that crashin sound. 
You can't make up for it now
Don't worry Papa I will show you how
To be the father you could never be
I'm already better then you, wait till you see.
Me holding them in my arms, you didn't care who it harms
You're using your charms, to use the people you love 
Everyday I'm rising above YOU!
Part 2
What you should have said, was that "I'll keep them fed"
Loosing your head, you are dead to me now.
Just chow down on that crashing sound.
I'm grinding my teeth, for what? What's underneath?!
The sheets, it speaks and reeks of that boozie smell.
I try to forget but it seems to dwell and swell, 
You tell me "I'm sorry" then that will it.
I'm the peice that won't fit, why do I think of this shit?
I'm sick of all the things that you do
The only fear I have is being like you!