To have had and to have lost
Is so much worse
Than to have never had at all
When never having had at first
Would've spared a tragic fall

Like  branches on a tree
We all grow in different directions
Yet our roots remain as one

me back to
the altar of I dunno

from the falter of
I wanna know
nownownownownow

all the things
whisper thier truths
into me

in time

You can have this body.
It is only a borrowed thing
made up of grass and mud
of burning stardust
and everything I ate
and everything that was
eaten by what I ate
every drop of water drank
every particle and wave
of those lovely raving solar rays.

I am only a place holder
for the next thing.
So, you can have this
soft body for the breaking
for the decomposing
and atomic, molecular reshaping,

But the dreams our mine
as are my thoughts.
For all that was gained
taken or lost
you cannot have my heart.
Unless, I decide to give it to you later.

I often drift and wonder why hip hop isn't music in other people's eyes
Its despised because they can't relate to what's played on the wax or on stage
These bars are straight from our heart to the page
Then delivery from the vocal chords to the mic in the booth and then we drop the album and pay our dues
Like DJ Clue mixing up the tapes for those trying to make it off of pen play and rhyme
I find when you're new money with an old soul you're less despised, but despite the critcism of the science of lyricism hip hop will always be unique, for there are many genres of music but hip hop truly is the poetry of the streets