Dad said, "What's your purpose son"?

These rhymes in my mind, spin like blades on a helicopter, never speak proper, Ebonics be my phonics, When I write on my phone, catch a buzz, from drive thru speakers at Sonic, damn cuz, this some strong chronic, What it do? What is was? Is it a crime to speak my mind? Rare gems, hope to find, truth and gold in these lines, pawn them both, sell my soul? He!! No!  We won't go!  Dad said what's your purpose son? Family reunion/St. Louis/Ferguson,  I got flow, and some gimmics, Police driving behind me, stay 1mph under the speed limit, Do the math, this passion, my craft, ain't gonna change the world, I do this for you, for me and my baby girl.