I feel stagnant.
Like a stale cigarette.
Not sure where to put my energy
Without instant regret
So I freeze up and I don’t react
While keeping my mental health intact
But the days are slipping by
Clouds dimming out my shine
For what tomorrow brings
For us all as human beings
This weighs heavy on my chest
One more cause to feel depressed
Stuck with racing thoughts
Standing still without progress
Masking my distraught

I’m frozen in captivation
I can’t seem to comprehend
A force that’s to be reckoned with
Who goes by the name of Ren
As his tunes flow out of my speakers
The sounds ricochet in my brain
Playing percussion on my eardrums
Please insert it in my veins
From the melody, to the rhythm
To the words that paint a scene
He stirs up raw emotions
From the likes I’ve never seen
With his lyrics, there are meanings
Which hit so close to home
He expresses all his feelings
While hypnotic and intone
Dripping wet with talent
His greatness emanates like gold
Brighter than a lightning strike
A true sight to behold
I stare for my amusement
I dare not turn away
Because I’m mesmerized and blown away
Every time that I push play

I’m torn between his lyrics, and the bouncy reggae beat
As this Brighton bardcore lyricist, raps, and brings the heat
Taking on all challengers, those that claim to be elite
With catchy rhymes, and sick bass lines
To be played back on repeat

The song hits hard in every way
So hard, you’ll bruise and swell
Until your only wish, is to still exist
And be saved by the bell

Between his ra-ta-ta and his uppercuts
To his jabs that set the flow
He’ll size you up, then BOOM; erupt!
As he lands the knockout blow

They travel towards the sky
As expression of our mood
Explosive bits of joy, ascending
Past the full lit moon
An enormous color spectrum
Magnificent and loud
A demonstration of celebration
As we stand together, proud

A fascination with what’s to come
By any means of an escape
Allows the blind to see; posthumously
While embracing their own fate
The end is daunting and inevitable
It brings shivers from the cold
Though frail and weak
What we all seek
Is the light that shines like gold

The light that shines between us
During a sunset loves embrace
Diving deep into your ocean
From high in outer space
I’m immersed in who you are  
Like the sand between our feet
Grounded, looking back at you
Entrenched in my belief

It’s his bottle of light
That fills empty cups
It’s his melody that touches our souls
It’s the words that hit home
For the scared and alone
That leads them past the fiery coals
It’s a glimmer of hope
A pause in the scope
That allows us a moment to feel
To connect in a sense
Under no false pretense
To the sounds with a vast loved appeal
It’s his journey embarked
That we feel apart
Watching him grow and transform
In front of our eyes
His music revives
And shields us from the eye of the storm
From mainstream to obscure
His message is pure
He sings, and the audience hears
His guitar is his wand
That tightens the bond
To the things that we all hold most dear
And it’s artists like him
That keep us filled to the brim
With joy that they’re sharing their gift
With something to say
In a meaningful way
Through performances that shouldn’t be missed
He implements ideas
That brings crowds to tears
When evoking emotional tones
Or he’s quick with a pun
In lighthearted fun
Using beats that he made on his own
He’s a writer, producer
A linguistic abuser
Using rhymes that are multi-complex
His schemes are unreal
He’s got skill; the real deal
And he’s not shy to show you or flex
He’s a force on the scene
Far from routine
He’s got a voice that needs to be heard
He’s got an ear for his pitch
That’s melodic and rich
And he’s got talent that’s borderline absurd