I whispered on paper and my lyrics spun on a
Deck, phrases slipped on to the vinyl and mixed
As I spoke the words of a generation. Spilled
Verse lost from tongue to paper to word.

Never letting go where I came from, I lived
The words that played on the vibes that echoed
On to what was, what is, what is the moment
That comes from a voice spoken lyrically out.

Listen to my words, what they spell out, is a
Sentence of the life I live, the only one I got.
I could play it like I lived a different life but this
Is the part my life breathed and nearly never survived.

Could have had a 9 to 5 but my words needed to be
Spelt out. Listen to the voice that tells you of a
Lifetime that is worded out. My life screams upon
Ink, upon voice hear what I have to speak out.