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today i realized
no i remembered
my head’s out in the sky
thoughts in the clouds
no joke i swear it
nothing beautiful that i saw
and i mean to say i saw it all
except i saw her. she’s so beautiful
the only light
in a cloudy day.
why can’t i be good enough for her?
burning bright
through the night
never feels like tomorrow
checkin tonight
feeling like floating
love burning bright
love throughout the night
holding us together
bringing us tight
swirling life and beauty
dribbling across the universe
psychosemantic pattering sputtering
turned about and around
never truly lost
but never
ever
found
Kerouac died.
Just a small remembrance from me. RIP.
Voice of the beats, king of the streets
to talib kweli’s eardrum.
inspiration flows
where it goes
no one knows
it always shows
keeping the time like big ben
checkin what it is when you check in
nothing like you put paper to pen
and the ideas come once again
i’m held back by myself
though my mind sees beyond
stuck where I am
trying to get along
potential is high
and i’m gonna try
i’ve got dreams
and talents to spare
i’ve got hopes
and goals to share
i want to be with you
take you there
i want you to follow me
and understand
just come along
just hold my hand
the cold dark road
met by the warm rays of sun
standing ontop of the world
watching as the day has begun
the sun pokes through the clouds
rises slowly, waking the earth
the view from the top of the mountain
reveals a valley of purple mist
and the closer you get to the edge
the closer you come to eternity
soon racing down the road
trying to outrun the sun
trying to run out of fun
exhausting your interest of the green world
finding that you can take it all in
even at breakneck speeds you’re amazed
and soon the sun is high overhead
a day spent following its arc
a day well worth the effort
Yo i’m the lyric machine
hitting the provo scene
about to explode
you’ll see how i’ve grow’d
from that little rhymer
to a full out lyric dropper
small man to big timer
mopped floors to floor mopper
i’m the one they’ll talk about
swear fight and rave about
shoulda never let me out
cuz hes the one all the ladies care about
and at my show they’ll scream and shout
kickin it up something to dream about
my name in lights
starting fights
living the life of a hip hop artist
cuz you know i go the farthest
and i work the hardest
so if you sit back and just let my try this
maybe you’ll see what it means
cuz i said im the machine
spitting out kickin it real
bustin records and making deals
i’m the only number one
and though i’ve really just begun
you’d best recognize
i got the fire’n my eyes
and i’ll climb to the top
cuz i just won’t stop
and now that you know
i just let the beat drop
pay attention to what happens
cuz it’s gonna happen again
you watch it all flash by
it’s like you don’t even have time
to relax and unwind and recite
“yeah i’m fine.” but i know
that you’re broken inside
the fire is dying down
you’re looking to wind it down
forget the lesson you’ve learned
the experience is wasted and burned
until you add fuel to the fire
let it burn and watch the flames grow higher
and Knowledge is caught in a net
and you’ve learned all that you can get
it seems that all our focus on productivity
has killed our ability for creativity
so that now i find out what i will be
and i will not make that which could be
through a loss in my personal intrigue
filled by a schedule and GTD
bleh. not very good. but i hate GTD. i do believe it is destroying true creativity.
