I sat with myself and painted a picture
thoughts can create a distracting mixture
my elixir?
Running parallel to peril
hoping those same thoughts became sterile
slowly becoming fortune’s foe
standing toe to toe with
a monster, my monster, the imposter
who likes playing doctor prescribing more self judgement
self inflicted punishment
and I can't let my thoughts run rampant
the cost of two face talent
everything needs balance
changed my habitat to reach metamorphosis
metaphorically floors above yours I’ve laid the ground work for this
so don’t try to match wits, you matched up against an all out blitz
full throttle my charisma is out of the bottle
having emerged from the darkest of dreams
behind the scenes, behind the screams
I awoke to start sowing up the seams
whipping up elaborate schemes
to thrust my forgotten future upstream
somethings I’ll admit are out of reach
but my experiences moved me in ways my father couldn’t teach
made me the man I am, proved my resilience can’t be breached
Geared up for the appearance
grabbed a hold of my perseverance
disabled all interference leading up to this ascension
see these words that flow from my pen
can pierce you, strike you from within.
A picture says a thousand words,
but my words can lay a thousand year siege
helping me hone in on my prestige