The river of a spiritual judgment mind,
Your name derives from Hebrew.
Descends from the Middle East
You're sweet sounding.
Like Frosted Flakes and Froot Loops.
Good humored and good natured.
But behind all that lies a deeper you.
Rapping to wrap the rancid desolation of thoughts… Making them rapturous art.
Sick and tired of frustration,
Sick and tired of the money bent backwards,
Sick and tired of the stressful work,
Sick and tired of being sick and tired, huh?
You've been drunk over music so many times you've lost count of the melodies.
You lost sight to what was important to you…
But managed to find yourself again.
Living 18 years on this earth, you stumble upon a ability.
A ability to open up your mind more.
Fingers twitch,
Body denses,
Eyes close to an oscillate vision.
Tingling.
Every. Beat. Tingles.
Scary but a beautiful experience right?
“I wanna impact the world by saying something.”
So you continue to put the mic up to your lips so the blissful colloquies hit the hearts of the amateur.
Music. Takes. Patience.
With your young body,
Mature mind,
And old soul,
You can push yourself to grab the goal…
And sit back on it in New York.
