As long as blood flows I stay strong as possible Inspire, write the music, I been trapped within this pattern by choice It has long been my preference to keep instead of trying to lose it so as much as I can I use voice If I became as powerful as James Earl Jones Then I would be more mobile and possibly even be able to kill with microphones Until then my bones and soul are all that maintain the role Unfolding slowly making only my pen pay the toll
Now is the time, today is the day that The Good Lord has made Which enables me to rejoice in rattling the cage That holds my inhibitions and fears distant yet oh so near I listen but don't yet hear the whispers when ghosts shed tears So dear apparitions, I give you my solemn vow Now to earn every bead of sweat on my brow Until the wet mask that I wear bears my soul When exhibiting the epitome of mic control
You know the name of the game, chasing the fame and wealth Trying to build a name while still trying to maintain self Your health is most important You should never forget, this is supposed to be an outlet When I'm stressed out, I'm working, I'm never perfect Jerk the pen while trying to write a masterpiece, A feast for vocal chords to try and release, I'm always reaching out for something, but I don't know what it is I'm reaching out for that assurance Cuz me, myself I know that I write to live
I'm sick of this shit This insufficient method of living is giving me a coniption fit I'm too tired to pause, to sick to quit The insidious system is rendering it's citizens mentally invalid with tricks and senselessness. I've been sent to levitate verbage, balancing purpose To kiss and dismiss villainous words on the surface of Earth With her pursed lips, hence giving the worthless A glimpse at the twinkle in the eyes of the observant.
And my momma said that the elements that make me Are the same ones that break me Let's switch around these elements and see where they take me I'm feeling more alive when I'm backed by that break beat. Accordingly, I speak out, when I'm full of life, my spirit takes me through the mic and speaker, flowing out with honesty Probably covering securities with comedy Probably cover up stupidity with comedy Probably doing it just as long as it's calling me
Ollie ollie oxen free Strategically placing in them in riddles and speaks clothing and unfolding to show those who don't know what flows bring. Moments of personal clarity mixed with gloating that your hopes and dreams lay broken at my feet like toe rings. A spectacle of this maginitude can cause an attitude to switch hemispheres by a few degrees, like latitude. Not a statement from me to elevate my status too. I just happen to bear bad news, sad but true.
Do I get the finders fee for finding me in my apartment Patiently waiting for nothing specific Just guarding my rhyme book and starting Departing from punch lines. Moving in in stories and traditions of griots: soul oratory magicians. So if it works out, I could be heralded instead of looked down on Inferiority complex is something that I frowned on. Clowned on and make yourself into a bigger man Or calm yourself as though following the lines drawn in sand
The journey within, it's not simple to finish as it is to begin But hopefully me and my pen will be friends till the end My buddy, wherever I go, he goes, Where ever we go we show everyone that we are both equal. Channeling devices of something higher than each of us We seem to touch the fingertips of the being that's reaching us Teaching us that weeping on loose leaf deepens the trust. We need to be sure we hear the creator speaking to us.
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