Cannot let the artist in me give up or stand down.
Lyrics keep me sane, making me okay with who I am.
Empowerment is granted to me like rocking a crown.
Without my practiced passion I would be ******
Like an unwanted hound found in a pount.

This art is what I want, it is what I chose.
Forever I am backed up with disposable flows.
Committed to the craft that I have to create.
I wanna see the progress and where all of this goes.
My style is taking a flight without a debate.
My literature mixture cancels those who oppose.

From the bottom, I started as nothing.
I put in the rhymes and took all the time.
I needed to go from nothing to something.
Surely I've climbed until I've inclined.
I had to age like production of wine.

Lacking realization, before I could know it,
I became what I desired to be.
Admiring how I morphed into a poet
that bloomed everytime that I showed it
Letting the stream take me,
This is a voyage in a boat as I row it.