My wrist holds a blemish
Red worn with itching ,,
Scarlet hinterland between
White mottled skin and ,,,
My favourite habit
It beams at me on the coldest ,,
Days and the warmest
My most comforting defect
,,,

Does 10 minutes mean I'm done
listening to Illmatic like automatic
4:08 will be finished instead of
3:50 and I'll follow the narrative
Peace and tension from the minutes left
Until I'm done
Philosophy please do this justice
Stream of feeling and I need a story
Maybe the cause alone can carry a
Reason why I'm an artist, was the cause enough
To show why I'm here
Neat little bow and I'm searching for a beat
Like I have earnt it, And I mean money
What does it mean to earn without currency
Mutually exclusive, I search and search my
Mind for the right feeling as it appears
And know the considered approach would yield
Allusions of grandeur as it should
Yes, it does end.
The beat is a motivator
'Cos what else would it do
The weight of capitalism, **** what's it matter,
Maybe I'm looking for that person who
Matters so inrefutibly that I just stop
And commit until the end.