A dope rhyme a brother wrote to me on Facebook

[Ebony Bree Caple]

Ebony Bree Caple I feel like I’m writing a novel
I feel like I’m preaching the gospel
Ashy hands cocaine in my nostrils
I come in peace but I can get hostile
The 13th apostle
39 years starting to change
Locked up with no key yeah I’m stuck in a cage
Fire dripping from my pen burning up on the page
Media mediating filling people with rage
Can’t sleep I take a 5th of jack right to my face
Barriers been broken now I’m taking a flight
Broke night tryna write what I’m feeling is right
Right in the wrong direction no ending in sight
I hit the bag like I’m like Rocky I’m prepared for the fight
This is the most confidence when I’m holding the mic
I can’t fathom where I’m at in the next five years
Simply Red half dead holdin back all my tears
My decision is incision and my vision is clear
Start to write a new beginning cuz the ending is near
Physically living but mentally zoned out
Energy drained out now I’m stuck on the couch
Blindfolded in a razor maze with no way out
Mind molded like a straight blade ready to gouge
Frame built like a freight train running my mouth
Back it up with my haymakers knockin em down
Never sleeping with the fishes never breaking the vow
Cuz once you’re involved nigga there is no way out...
We can’t trust the news we all confused, nothing new
 sick like flu when my reputation is bruised
No clue on what is new, it’s me against you
Black or white color is no premonition my soul listens
To the theory that my intuition makes no decision
We all livin, so I say let’s all live
In a neighborhood safe for the kids, I’m not broke
But I’m not fixed, we all caught up in the mix
Hands down all around like half past six