...& so it goes.
Introducing the man that no 1 knows.
Strolling on the lonely blocks
of the city where no 1 goes.
Overdose on music til he comatose.
Use it as a holy ghost muse
to get him over those nuisances,
like, the usual.
But all the stressing made it suitable
for me to channel it to profession
& pen a musical to sooth the soul.
Continue movement in pursuit of life experience.
Curious as to what's new to know.
Thru the lights cameras & action, glamour, glitter & gold.
Use the right plan of attack at hand
to get to the goal.
Wherever that may be.
Who says a single destination
is the dream that kept us waking
til we reach a resting place in this life?
No rest for the wicked or faithful alike.
Take a break when u die
but it just ain't my time
so imma take my time
& make it so I ain't got nothing to complain about.
Stay in demand whether it is or ain't a drought.
Race with time & only got so many days to count.
Blaze a route to make my way to a stage
& face the crowd.
Play it loud til the place is breaking down
& they say aloud the lyrics u wrote
where my focus is found.
The hold it down soldier-style flow is Nile potent.
Ocean bound.
Soaking up the moment
from a floating cloud.
Only lower down to note the drowned hopes
of all the folk around
spoken thru closed hands & open mouths.
30 stolen miles & running.
Gunning for a couple hundred more to hold
in case my time is over now.
Rather than die as the underground talent no 1 found.
The undiscovered king
abandoned by his chosen crown.
Heavy is the head holding it.
Showing its
burden-like properties.
Dropping these
jewels from it over this
flow of vibrations over vocal highways
to get ya open whether knowing
rhyme pays or it don't.
Is it a crime to visualize,
deliver this limelight mission
for listeners who get it & give it the time? Improvise. Written vibes.
Sentences sending cynical sentiments
or the ingenuous kind.
Genuine rhyme spitter, pen is sublime
til they sit him in pine.
Fitting given how I'm killing it.
Get a feel, chill & recline.
If i can make u put ur fists in the air
& forget ur problems in that time between the kick & the snare
that'll be all the motivation i need.
Whether mins or secs.
Deliver the msg in any given preference.
Just a lesson in vocational deeds.
Chasing a dream's more a test of endurance
& less a test of your speed
yet still not fulfilled, but still got these bills
so it's needs over wants til I can chill,
& focus on concocting ill, real
stories of the lifestyle
of the poor & nameless entertainers. Dangerous, inglorious & hostile.
Daydreaming of making it to the motherland
to see it & watch Nile
waters flow upstream.
North towards freedom
as my ancestors did when they were captives of foreign legions.
On the run, imploring me to fly with my son. Why should i stop
when this oyster is for he & I?
Realizing my potential is the principle
be it with theorizing written literature on instrumentals
or whatever else is in the plan.
I don't pretend to know i just tend to play the hand I was dealt.
Working on my poker face.
Can't abandon my tells
but can't hope to motivate
if I don't take command of myself.
Potential halo holder stranded in Hell
with the simple goal to reach the golden gates & be welcomed
with hands held open.
A boy to a man who felt hopeless
outside of using his pen
to try to patch a magnum opus together.
Sometimes I just write with no ending in sight.
No goal either.
Just a limitless plight
to feel alive knowing time brings me closer to the reaper.
Tryna get my son to put his focus on achievements.
He treats it like magic
when I tell him he should go for what his dream is
because he doesn't see it
so he don't believe it.
So I chose to be it.
& with that weight on my shoulders
I know I owe him every morning every evening
I'm breathing
to show him what u can hold if u never lower ur reach.
Keep hands open for moments to receive.
Moments to teach, moments to learn. Moments overall.
All over the course of this moment to moment installment
of the journey we involved in.
If we ain't evolving we dissolving into the ether.
Keeping our resolve is a neverending struggle.
Snuggle up with inner demons
in the evening & feed em pieces
of dreams from the cauldron
we cooking up ideas in.
Starving for new meal tickets to deal in
& keep us off the wall.
Also to keep us from behind it.
Leave it to our environment
we'd die bleeding in poverty inspired violence.
But we aquired knowledge
& applied sciences God given
& invented with designs timeless.
The mind is undenied.
Come alive.
Let the stream flow thru it til the inkwell runs dry.