This is my first song. Holler at me if you want to hear it sometime. And sorry there are some boldings and shit. I just copied and pasted from my studio notes.
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Who knew?
I thought you did, kid….then I grew
Realized I’d been caged up tight like the zoo
I had to break out; a complicated plan
But understand
I couldn’t stand being a stranded man
I stood up tall on these same two feet
Thoughts deep
I gotta make this life unique
Cause I’ve been known to kick it for a little bit longer
Known to live my life the way that I wanna
Known to make it hot from my voicebox like a sauna
Simple fact that my rap is in his honor
So I put one foot right in front of the next
Put my lips to the mic; try to catch some wreck
In this space and time you never know what’s next [If I’m freestyling, I don’t know what’s next]
So represent rhythm and keep your thoughts in check [Or typing on keys, try to keep my thoughts in check]
Battling that thoughtlessness
Open up minds one at a time above the rest
It’s time to shine
I gotta ask why sometimes
Ask it up high
Ask it to the brightness of the sky and burn my eyes
If I get an answer…in the form of inspiration
The next second, out of my mouth sensation
It’s taken nations
To formulate ideals that I’m chasing
Synchopation
Spiritualized preoccupation
Holding every second of the beat in isolation
Never, never have these thought racings
[repeated twice]
Cause this is my approach. This is my approach
This is my approach. My approach.
Never let the negativity encroach
As I improvise through this lifetime, this is my approach
[solo]--16
[24 bars]
Lost grip of control
18 years old
Big ass beard masking fury in my soul
It incubated, steaped, it seeped out slow
Until round about now when I found my flow
My thought expands, explodes, I lose my hold
Whole being transformed to RECEPTACLE
Catching words and ideas
Love and hate streaming out the CAKRAS of my peers
Truth is so near…[right here]
So I keep wide eyes up out of the clouds
And keep my feet planted solid down on this ground
Mind on the time, on the time right now
Time’s running out; I’ve got to figure it out
These words are streaming our my mouth for a reason
Moving through the seasons, angel to a demon
And then…it changes right back again
This Jekyll and Hyde belies my still weak Zen
Will it end?
Will I find my way?
It’s tough when you grabbing bout everything you can take
From the nonsense to the subconscious
From the sublime and serene to the rowdy and rawkus
From the streets to the garden light
And that dude you ask “how you feeling?” who always says “aight”
I’m feeling kinda strange
Slightly deranged
This pleasure and pain
It’s hard to contain
[beat cuts out]
Maintain for a second
Composure resurrected
The breath is the method that I use to check it
