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"U.F.O. Vape Star Supernova Confession part 2"

Yo, I was born in the back of a burnt-out Buick,
Mama smokin’ Kools while the priest said I’m fucked,
Daddy split with the Navy Cross and the cash,
Left a flask full of rust and a birthmark of ash.
Twelve years old, workin’ stoves for a gram,
Stirrin’ bath salts with a spoon like I’m damn near a man,
School said “problem,” so I dropped with a plan—

Wrote my first rhyme in the blood of a scam.
Stole a cop’s Sig just to feel like a king,
But power’s a drug that don’t do nothin’ but sting.
Saw my first body beneath a blown transformer,
Copper-wired kid who just tried to go farther.
Cops said “accident,” I knew it was war,
So I packed up my pain and I kicked down the door.

Now I’m breathin’ lithium, floatin’ through ceilings,
Spittin’ truth in riddles—how conscience is stealing
Your soul when you’re sleepin’, your fate when you dream,
I’m the crack in the system, the scream in the stream.

I’m the real mutha fuckin’ U F O vape star,
Spittin’ atomic rhymes that leave your cortex scarred,
Tearin’ through the stratosphere with plasma flair,
Dynamite synapses, I ignite the air—blam! there.

Found God in a dime bag, redemption in wax,
Every hit like a hymn with a sinner’s last tracks.
High school counselor said I’d die by twenty-one,
But I laughed in his face, lit a verse, then I run.
Ran through the projects with a mic in my fist,
Every bar was a bullet, every pause was a twist.

Built my name on the bones of fake kings,
Two-bit rappers who just mimed pain with no sting.
I did six months in county, no bail, no plea,
Wrote seventeen verses in code on my knee.
Judge called me dangerous—damn right, I’m armed,
With a mind full of landmines and lyrics like swarm.

Paroled with a warrant and visions of war,
Sat in the back of a Greyhound starin’ at floors.
Saw my reflection in the window, half-demon, half-kid,
Mama’s eyes in the glass—then the guilt hit.
But guilt don’t pay rent, and rage keeps you warm,
So I lit a new blend, called it Armageddon Storm.
Took over a basement, rewired the amps,

Had a camcorder aimed at my soul while I chanted:
“I’m not a man, I’m the spark in the fuse,
The why after suicide, truth in the ruse.
I’m the cough in your chest when you lie to your crew,
The stain on your conscience that never breaks through.”

They say talent’s a curse when you’re born in the dirt,
Raised on welfare lies and the stench of hurt.
I watched my best friend OD on a Tuesday,
Texted “peace out” while I finished his Lortab.
That’s how we move when the pain’s all we know—
Love’s just a whisper before letting go.
But I ain’t weak, nah, I weaponized grief,
Turned every tear into sonic relief.

Now I’m sittin’ in Rikers with ghostwritten fame,
No label, no backing, just fire and shame.
Wrote this while cuffed, spit it through glass,
Warden said “Who you think you are?” I laughed:
“I’m the crack in the system, the echo in cells,
The rhyme that outlives you, the truth that rebels.

Your power’s a lie wrapped in flags and a badge,
I got real power—I bleed truth on the page.”
And when they came to lock me down for good,
I smiled like a prophet with food for the hood.
Dropped a freestyle so f*cked it went viral from jail,
Now kids in Detroit wear my name on a pail.

“U.F.O.”—not a rapper, a reckoning,
A black hole of bars with no reflection.
They tried to erase me, but I am the spark,
The ghost in the static, the voice in the dark.

Yeah…
They said I’d burn out fast.
But stars… burn brightest before they collapse.
So when the feds come… when the walls close in…
Just play the tape.
Let ‘em hear the bang.
I’m not a man.
I’m the echo.
The real mutha fuckin’—
U F O… vapе star… underground supernova…
Tha’s me.

This ain’t music.
It’s a sonic meltdown.

"The end"

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