Here's the interpretation of gospel rap
Sent through the lens of this lad's perspective
Not as fast as the next kid, but not slow either
I find myself balanced but I have my flaws

Most genius's have motivation, you hit the head on the head
I think my problem is self respect
Always trying to prove, always trying to get
The realization is, the present is
What more do we need than this

^-^  life is good.
Despite all the evidence, to the contrary.

For the longest time I have avoided everything and anything that could potentially cause me stress or heartache. I have forfeited all of my potential in this pursuit. Wound my way around every which way, detour and diversion in a futile attempt to defer the inevitable and now I find myself at a dead end; without a friend.
Diverted my attention to ease any tension, but the constant detour, the long way round leaves a man weary; weary in waiting. Increasing the tension, the anxiety and the depression. Decreasing the fun, the happiness, the opportunity to be content! Because it's not a con, not really. It's a state that I could cross into absent of barriers if they weren't of my own making. No AK's line those gates, no watchful eyes or suspicious minds. Just an imagination creating a nation in its own image ; MY OWN MARRED IMAGINATION perceiving shadows as threats. But shadows they are and shadows they remain, shadows that grow in size and engulf me as I run further and further away. But shadows are only casts of the man; they do not exist without the being. Shadows have been cast but shadows may also be cast out; they are nothing without their maker.

When are you going to
wake up and realize
That this is your life
And no one else's.

Not your father's,
Not your mother's,
Not your Sister's
Or your brother's.

They may have
Hopes and dreams for you-
Things they'd like you to acquire,
But you're the
Composer of your own life;
The conductor of this choir.

Do what you want.
Make mistakes,
Learn, and grow.
You're only given
One chance,
Do you really want it to blow?

Everything is a poem,
Everything is poetry.
Useless words that come from you
And useless words that come from me
Trust me,
When watched from other angles
Other eyes, other minds
Other perspectives, other times;
They all sound,
They all taste,
They all touch you
And give the same sensations…
As does poetry!

Its hard to see the whole picture
When you're just a part of it -
One color, one piece, one shape
Of a cosmic artwork
Strewn with stars and emptiness
Ever expanding and eternally mystifying

every night
around 2:00
(am)
i experience something
that has become unwavering

whether i was happy
innocently clutching
to a warm, strong hand
or utterly terrified
running away
from a past regret

this something
or someone
tears me away
from those dreams
from the already hazy visions
that toy with me
my head
and my heart
as they please

i wrinkle my nose with displeasure
release a pressured sigh
and finally return to sleep
with a new perspective
on that warm, strong hand
or past regret
just from a moment
of sheer reality

Sometimes
                    you need to
                                         cross the street
                                                                    and take a look
                                                                                               from the other  
                                                                                                                          side.

It caresses my face,
Rubbing one velvety gloved finger up and
Down my neck, tracing up the
sharpness of my chin,
My, what a contrast.

The wind is like
Dry ice,
It freezes lips shut and
chills even teeth,
But when it warms,
Your skin craves it like
Parched throats crave water.

The wind is like an
Earthworm, it burrows straight into my
Nose when I tilt my head back.
It slithers through the holes in my shirt,
And breathes in life.

The wind is like a swarm of
Bees,
Stinging my eyes, making them leak.
It stings for a second, then
Flies away,
Only to attack again, and again,
And again.

The wind is like a spider's
Web,
Invisible to the untrained eye,
Yet strong as steel--
Maybe even
Stronger.
It catches stray objects and
Swallows it whole,
Trapping them in its
Unrelenting fist

To me, the wind is also a force of
nature, both
Meek and Mighty--unpredictable
But what is it? Really...
It's all up to you

Everyone has different opinions on
Different matters, so
Please
Don't judge.

there are some who want a thinner waist
and others who just don't like the taste
of food they feel they do not deserve

some eat cake with their eyes
while others are busy planning their demise
one wants to see bones, another, headstones

one could love themselves if they were just 40 pounds thinner
"maybe i'll love myself if i just skip dinner"
the other has no appetite, a battle with calories she does not fight

a battle, rather, with herself
to **** herself or stay in living hell
too preoccupied to care what is on the pantry shelf

there are some who want a thinner waist
and others who just don't like the taste
of food they feel they do not deserve