it’s like some type of audiologic particle-wave creation
mom felt the sensation - I wasn’t kicking my feet
I was nodding my head to her heartbeat
born an emcee, first word “mic”, second four “give me a beat”
seeking rhyme, speaking in metaphor
had a teacher ask me once, what’s six plus one?
instead of a number I told her - it’s like the world’s wonders
my reply left her thinking, kind of like you’re doing now, left me thinking,
i’d kind of like to move the crowd, it’s kind of like some proving grounds
it’s kind of dumb but some say
that I’m not hip-hop cuz of what block I’m from
or that I’m not hip-hop cuz I don’t talk like some
they never say I’m not hip-hop when I’m rockin ‘em
pictures I frame, I’ll have a son and daughter of the same
the tongue is a fire, I’m spitting water on the flames
vision is sometimes a contradiction of sight, like a fight for peace
darkness never comprehends the light in the streets

see, to me these words got living worth
cuz spitting verse is the closest I’ll ever come to giving birth
is it just me, or would you agree that everything is getting worse?
it hurts, man I’m just being honest
what good is the promise if we can’t keep it?
nothing is secret, I manifest it shall be known
some curse the very name and claim to bless the microphone
I’ve been many places looking for friendly faces
these portraits they render tend to resemble strangers
when I speak with sharpness they tremble and anger
when I speak softly they never sense the danger
so tell me how you want it, you’re on the itinerary
this diction non-fiction literary, stream of consciousness is not a tributary
to the mainstream, and this is not a test, facing the best of the A-team
my mindstate a rhyme-state, living proof of the search for truth
it’s as high as heaven, how you gonna elevate?

check it, we’re one flesh, one breath
every sunset we’re one step closer to home
I accept that some slept on my first release but yo it’s all peace
most didn’t know what they were missing or listen close enough to hear it
man is spirit, the elements are eternal, we’re all coming back, after that
its just a matter of habitat, where you building up your treasure?
sacrifice to gain life you can’t measure, this music is pain and pleasure
it’s a beautiful thing seeing these words form from nerves torn
dreams of fame and fortune - realized what’s worth more
any reports of death are not fact and ill-advised
KRS told yall - conscious rap is still alive
so this isn’t a resurrection, more like a renaissance
make it a restoration, just waiting to get it on
wouldn’t imagine me rapping but things happen for a reason
the reason is rhyme as long as I’m breathing