Have you ever thought someone’s was looking your 
Way It was quite night and quiet not day
Their eyes saying much more than the mouth might say.
What the hell is it about this day.  
Is this a blessing or Is hell fire on its way. 
The signs are definitely real. My moms always 
Warned me to believe in my skills to see beyond 
the real. Look deep into things everything 
Happens for a god given reason the day your father met me 
And the day you started breathing.  
I study my life in appreciation of it’s sacred meaning.
and I love spiritual music powerful yet soothing
I love to hear my breath loosing---life for the lyric
despite my gift sometimes I write bull$hit.
 first stage to admitting perfection sought 
by a slang perfectionist

I spit spit spiritaul spit spit spiritual 
man you know I spit spit spiritual  
and grabing mics is a daily ritual.
  

Pride could be b;tch my inner thoughts come out 
My mouth and snitching at the lips 
telling on me yelling he’s an emcee
look and listen attention grabbed with
the interwoven 
tapestry of a rap poetry
It’s lonely when I only understand 
me to explain it simply
he not selling weed for nice clothes and a five 
speed  his peeps died early -he’s a pop now with a
mouth to feed.  She not stripping to be in the movies
she wants an educated mind.  To say it loosely, she
didn’t get attention as a baby. Look and see
behind the cloak and the vale there is always tears soaking in tissues
for the issues of every man sitting in jail. 

I spit spit spiritaul spit spit spiritual 
man you know I spit spit spiritual  
and grabing mics is a daily ritual.

At a glance you might not see everything that’s you suppose to see  
We should always examine our lives closely. Cause everything 
aint where it supposed to be.  And if it is you then you lying to me.
We all have a season of grieving 
looking at ourselves
In half ass truths believing. 
Power tripping and deceiving 
Is intriguing, but there is no 
great mystery here. Tell the truth for six month
and y’all  might have an interesting year.
Your vision might clear and you to
might give sight to the blind 
We all see how we win the fight in our minds
But we just stand in those lines 
Without true potential being realize living a lie
Sad excuse for anything not even giving a try
Yall living to die
 

  Genre: Rap East Coast