Chrysalism is defined as the feeling associated with being inside
Cozy and warm through a rough thunderstorm
And that sensation is a pleasure that's hard to rival

Maybe I'm going through an extreme bout with that emotion
Because I've been inside so long i could probably compare notes with Noah about the creatures in a rain filled ocean.
But with the motions and tide of life and the things I've been through

Most of which dear friends I've told to you
Im living with my demons, and if i can make it so can you
Break through your chrysalis' I'll be cheering and praying for you

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

It's not for lack of effort that i remain jobless and listless although that can change like the weather
I've spent days in my native American sweaters walking up and down the streets seeking employment, but like flavorless spearmint gum i chewed up and spit out laughed right off the stage at the Apollo before being thrown out

No doubt, there's some light on the other side of the sun and i should remain positive like a neutron but I've been through this for too long, snide hints and comments about the obvious i know I'm jobless i dont want to become heartless in the process
A bog this foggy is tough to go through but there's always a way out that i hope to show you

This makes no sense like a round square or a respectful mockingbird, or a song with no melody or a rose smelling ****.

Or an actionless verb or even better a dance with no steps.
It'll be 2017 in a few hours, but the stench of 2016 hasn't dissipated yet.

The celebrity massacre, gorilla killing, spirit and dream crushing year. It felt so depressing that at least once we were all brought to tears.

So sing Auld Lang Syne to your hearts content and cook Black eyed peas if you please
Just let me pass through midnight unscathed, that'll be enough for me

Could you be loved,
Like those clouds in the sky?
Could you be loved even if
Death passed you by?

Could you be loved by another
Both giving your all?
Could you be loved
When your back is against the wall

No i couldn't.

Because nothing from nothing brings nothing like Billy Preston said, and though i sincerely and soberly wish this fact never entered my head, inside i feel as if my soul is dead
The spark of joy not gone but fading and love clearly isn't enabling
Me to get up and get started on making myself even better than what i was
So maybe I'll stick to crying like those doves

You've felt it haven't you?
That stabbing feeling
Right to the chest that seems like it has
Absolutely no chance of healing
I know, getting told No is a part of life
But hear it too often and it'll dig into your confidence
Like butter bowing down before
A hot steel knife

I'm already rather socially awkward already, so getting shot down makes a bit of painful sense
But I'd trade more than a few dollars to get out of my shell, i mean what the hell it's like trying to appease Mike Pence,
But then if someone does take interest, in me I'm like a falling stock in a market you can't trust easily, because I'm like a puppy that's been kicked repeatedly trying to find a sense of self, and learn how to once again love someone else


Is it ever going to happen for this pathetic whelp?