I’m moving much too fast,
I can’t check the scenic views.
I feel too far gone,
So far away from you.
You are my release,
My Heaven sent down to this Hell.
You are my escape,
You bring me joy so well.

I feel at times I’m looking,
Too hard for some hope.
I feel like I’m playing hand grenades,
In a world playing jump rope.
I have to keep producing,
That’s what all good artists do.
But maybe, just maybe,
It’s the way we go about it that’s the clue.

My music is my soul.
And not just the genre.
I want you to feel my music.
It’s about life, not drama.
I bleed my heart on that mic.
To the point where my heartbeat, you’ll hear it.
My music goes beyond every beat,
It goes beyond every lyric.

My poetry is my savior.
It keeps me hanging on.
I can craft these amazing stories,
My poetry keeps me from being too far gone.
I bleed my heart on those pages.
To the point where my heartbeat, you’ll read it.
My poetry goes beyond every stanza,
It goes beyond all the rhetoric.

We bleed our hearts out for this art.
We live for our words.
You can call us fighters,
Cause we’ll die by our swords.
And my swords, we mean pens,
Which we use to write down our hearts.
To write down our lives,
You’ll see them in every part.

So the money, will start printing.
And we, will start winning.
Because in the end, we’re just brothers from humble beginnings.