A genius in my pen game, I'm illustrating how I'm at a lost of words, my mind drew a blank!, pulling words out the air that was lighter than a feather and brought you and me together, I'm just bound to have these butterflies forever, supposed to be dense and packed, but I work with what I got, it's made from scratch, I had a little mustard seed moving mountains like it's nothing, I respect manhood but it's always up to something just a wild *** new beginning that was in the works, soon hatched an idea and new potential had its birth, disciplined it just to represent its will, soon bringing to life what was threatened to be killed.