The perfect canvas to construct something with the potential to outshine its surroundings, surrounded by people that have the potential to hate, I love the opportunity. I plan to move no time soon, that is, except for making money moves to expand my playing field and influence. Unmatched by anyone afraid to step up to the match, rise up to the situation, I'm not bragging, I'm just down more than ever to make it happen, one's that are down, keep your head up, I'll set the example, wake up my nation. We're all set up to grow if we know how to root ourselves in our foundation, money trees shall prosper, make it count my *****, it's 4 seasons in which these trees can grow, once the seed is planted, it's a snowball effect unless distractions causes paper to burn holes in your pockets, like adding fuel to fire, put it in a nice safe place if you know what I mean.

Dancing like no one was watching, as the old saying goes, the beat goes on so I put my best foot forward towards change so I'll adapt to it with no resistance. I saved the last dance for you before my favorite record ends and then it's on to something new that'll soon grow on me as time passes. We pass on these genes to the boy that loves to breakdance and the girl that thrives in ballet, perfect cadence with elegance and beauty. They took it a step further I see, So You Think You Can Dance?, if you can't beat em, you minus well join em, one nation under a groove in the name of life.

Humble beginnings gave me sloppy seconds initially until I fought for mine. Put my life on the line to put food on the table for you. The **** end of the stick had us wishing for the silver spoon but it was tougher to squash the beef with it cause when I had enough to keep me comfortable in the past, I was more greedy but ended up broke as dirt and couldn't even afford plastic forks and knives. What's a father to do when he can't enjoy his meal? I had to make forks from clay and learn pottery, at least now I'm very good at working with my hands so still I ask for no handouts. Hand me that W.

How an inferiority complex makes an abundance mentality complicated? I move around to different places searching for that place to call home. Value was misunderstood, worth taken for granted, willing to accept anything that comes your way whether positive or negative. I feel my move to Houston was the best decision I made in years, the life that became all too familiar had me not recognize myself or the struggle I was feeling anymore. I was running in circles around Dallas, dizzy on Loop 12. A stranger to even the simplest things that used to make me laugh but I find when I reached the coast in Galveston, I smiled without much reason or stimulation. All I knew is that clarity is something my gut feeling told me I would find here, so now I participate as a team player and place things bigger than myself. I find that the inferiority complex finds something superior to set my mind on that I never tried since high school, teamwork, except it's not forced by outside forces this time. I still have to run that extra mile and though I've stressed how much teamwork has benefited me before when not putting so much on my back, what's in front of me is an obstacle GOD is testing only me to overcome. My struggle is unique to me from others but it could be summarized easily, trouble and suffering I became addicted too. Bigger things are coming but for now I have to put my head down and work towards it, instead of trying to put my head up and talk my way out of the uncertainty like I know everything. I'm certain that with that, anxiety will diminish, and it'll keep me from making abundance so complicated because naturally it will prevail and become my truth, the truth is what it is, you gotta look no further, overthinking ceases, and people know what's up.

My thought process,
thoughtful, insightful, granted, it's predictable, unpredictable when taken for granted,
racing, pacing itself to get nowhere fast, upon finishing, it's silent after losing train of thought,
annoying, maddening, out of body like, needed, adored, and calming with logic to bring back perspective to make me comfortable in my skin,
what an idea.

Words follow silence. Silence follows words. Words follow one another as numbers follows the other. Words can speak of silence, and silence gives us room to observe those words. Words can say a lot the less they're spoken; or sound vague, a lot of words said can be misunderstood; or sound vivid, both ways could be taken for granted. I admired you through silence and didn't want to be anywhere else. I cursed you out through my words and rushed you to get me to work. I told you that I love you for the first time since marrying you. I chose not to talk to you when you wanted me to and needed me to. Silence proves words mean nothing though words can make something out of nothing and allow communication to exist to help most understand why or how they mean nothing. I require detail when too little is said, but I get the main idea. Silence gave me space to find that the devil was in the details in those few words said when I read between the lines. I adore rappers that are the greatest storytellers, the words of other rappers gets lost in the mix, but both can have a problem with repeating themselves. I either know nothing about them or back at square one and a lot is to be desired. At the end of the day it's stupid to question silence, I already know what it is except I hate to accept it sometimes. Words can't explain it though they can speak of it, the only thing I'm left with is the space between my thoughts about it and the space that I'm left with when all is said and done. It's Silence, I was aware of it when I was silent but I used words to help it sound more interesting. I love them both in this collection of words that may be lost or understood, I call it the lost tapes, found at your leisure, enter or exit at your leisure, think it's the **** or not the ****, think I talk a lot of ****, or ain't saying **** at all. Everybody's **** stinks and this has me written all over it.