"Omari's Lament" lyrics

I'ma try to go there where those eagles been
This for the people trying to grow before their story ends
Tumbling verbs that travel better with this pen
Crumbling herb to the crackle of the record spin
I'm type writing again
I'm type fighting with a pen
I'm the type might be biting on my own skin
Scrapping with my own sins 15 rounds for the win
But I can feel me losing my wind
Just got knocked down again
I can see the sun turning brown
I can see the daylight coming to an end
I can see all the son's colored brown so I stay in to fight for them
Till a nigga start to spin just like Sugar Ray might one to two to my chin
But got another round got to make a comeback somehow
Make a new sound like real hip hop been
Till I be the one on the attack just like Clay might even before he was Muslim
Till they call me Rudy Ray Dolomite I'm holding it down for you slim
God bless the holy
Blacksploitation like I'm a Gordy
Foxy Brown with my skin till it's glowing
Don Corleone Don Quixote
I'm a man of La Mancha get on before we on
Like I'm Wiley coyote screaming Who Shot Ya?
Road running with a poem rocking Big Poppa
Like it's an opera
Shit 'My Way'? Call me Frank Sinatra
Call me style-y Brodie
Underneath the bode breathing with a stogie
Humphrey with this bogey
But on the back nine I went for broke G'
Putting for par especially when you owe me
Fuckin' with these stars till they all know me
I used to pay rent to the car now I drive that bitch slowly
Slowly
Slowly...