My Path - Day 57

Choose me over another
Show me again my brother
Let me please my mother
Give me a chance to recover

It’s been blue of late,
Media shows me daily hate
I don’t know what’s in my fate
But I pray to god it ain’t second-rate

I rhyme to fight crime
Love to pour myself some lime
Look back on past time,
& try to make a plan that’s mine

What’s the path that I must follow?
Knowing me it mustn’t be hollow
My ancestry goes back all the way to Apollo
My DNA’s not made to sit and wallow

But what is after all my expertise,
Is there any way I can find inner peace?
Can I escape the widespread social disease
& make my own path, leaving behind Iblees?