Make Rap Dreams…

Seen a post from Conway on IG
And Damn
I guess I’ll never meet Prodigy

Never meet the whole Tribe in their entirety
So we can all take a picture
With my first CD

I cried walking home from Church
The day Biggie died
Imagine Heavy D
Is one very cool guy

Still got time to tell Nas
He inspired my life
Working on LL
Meeting my Mom this time

And Also Mary J
Can’t Forget Daddy Kane
Hopefully 50 Cent
And Big Homey Jay

It’s so many to name
Like a great X verse
Me and Mico got to meet him
And recite all of his words

I’ll bring Unc along for that one too
I just want to make rap dreams
Before our time is due

I Get It Now…

I was trying to pour from an empty
But I get it now…

It’s ok to work on me first
Then trickle down
Starting cliques, Building Teams
With no solid foundation
All movement was mental
Cart and the horse misplaced, Yet…

It looked good on the surface
Meanwhile wonder “Why I ain’t popped”
And I’m nervous
Seem to me, recently
None of this was worth it
Almost gave up
Put my whole career in a hearse, Yes
But I was wrong…

I just had to revamp and evolve
Get a better version of the ground to stand on
Be me with no regard
Give them time to latch on
Understand the patience of time
And let the love help stand strong

So let’s see how this all goes down
New life, New focus
Feeling like I just came around
From my mind to your eyes
And soon your town

Cause I stopped pouring from that empty cup
And I get it now…


Did I take on too much?
Is this life really for me?
Am I right for this task?
Will I ever be those things?

I’m trying…
Struggling to grow
As the garden would
In barren soil

I know the feelings of the discounted
The mute and unrecognized
Wanting to be noticed
Acknowledged for more

I may be wrong forever
And forever is a long time
To heal or partition
In that crossroad I lie…

Will Shine…

What is life?
Are you prepared to survive it?

Have you felt pain?
Do you try hard to disguise it?

Many nights of hope
Same amount of days in sorrow
We trying to get it today
Can’t really depend on tomorrow

The phrase ain’t “Now or Next week”
The hungry don’t want to starve
We want to excel and reach peaks
Know the prominent path ain’t far

Last night…
I had a dream…
I burned my hand on a star

I woke up…
Started Beaming…
In my palm was a scar

I Promise…

I Promise…
The way I try sometimes
Makes me not want to believe in God sometimes
Because it doesn’t seem like he sees my strides
Or even understands my reasons or cries

I want to wake up and not feel a way
Want to get what I’m working for
Then fight the next day
I’ll work to eat
Fight harder to keep
Break off and share
Give strength till weak

I Promise…
The way I cry sometimes
Makes me think God just ignores and sighs
Like he wouldn’t help
Or really care if I died
Like my good can wait
And like my sufferings fine

Who cares who you would help
Who cares who you could be
Who cares what you would do
Who cares what you believe

I Promise…
The way I try sometimes
Makes me want to breakdown and cry sometimes
I been working, having faith
Still no light in sight
Makes me think
It’ll be like this till I die.

I Promise…

Super Hero Ish…

I feel like I could…
Leap to my dreams in a single bound
Like a step in right direction
Could break solid ground

I feel I could breathe life
With a sigh of satisfaction or relief
Or shake death
With a head move of concern or a weep

I’m faster than the speed of life
So I slow down and speak calm
My vision is x-ray
It’s been said I see the world in my palms

My speech is impactful
My sidekick is the pen
When I imprint I impress
In my lingo lies gems

I could fight crime and save children
Speak wisdom for mental building
Destruct any being meant to destroy
And restore the loving feelings

What can’t I do; When it’s for the better of all?
Why should I not?
Who else could you call?