(how) Am I supposed to rap?

How am I supposed to rap?
My brother did music and that was that.
Being lost in the judgment Was a matter of fact,
But I could always rap and that was that.
My brother's prints became an artifact footsteps in MY path but HIS tracks.
A couple bars under high pressure second thoughts led my mind to who was always better.
So I Put it down forever.
Tour bus exploration and new constellations dark skies with a shimmer light.
The connection evaporating it will be alright missing family no substitute can suffice, but a man changing lives can miss a fight two younger brothers started in the night.
While his pencil erased the norms for the betterment.
Too much pressure of steppin' in
to a life I could never live or one that I could never settle.
Can never do it better.
So I won't rap forever
How am I supposed to rap.
My pops sold records to keep me on his tab, the Family on his back
provided and sheltered from his own rap.
Word by word he changed the track religious music was running down fast.
He put an end to that mindless cap.
And began to paint a picture of a timeless fact
Rap can change lives and that's a matter of fact.
I just want to rap
So I put it together in the basement of "eyes"
That's his song.
I cannot groove to my music of lies when my mind
stuck on Tru And all the amazing times It took to grew
Past the judgmental eyes.
Looking down on you.
SELF MADE JUDGMENT
Thrown onto you
By YOURSELF
So why don't you rap forever And FORGET about that realm.
I WILL change lives too.
It's in ME
I just gotta FIND and TELL.