How It All Began

Inspired by rock and hip hop culture,the thoughts come randomly,before they go i swoop in like a vulture,
I fly to my notebook with words in my talons,release them on paper and deliver your mind a visual sculpture

I feel like a wizard with a pen,I place the words precisely in order to cast a spell
I want you to dig deep to the depths of your soul,a place we all know but don't dare dwell
I want us all to have a piece of heaven,but in order to reap the benefits,we must first journey through hell

If i had wings i would fly,I already do,you see my mind is free to soar
I don't play for individual statistics,I want the whole team victorious when they announce the final score

Twinkle,Twinkle,little star,do not be afraid my spirit is with you from a far,
As an artist there is no way music and literature should be subpar,
Dedicated to those who don't follow the trends,I promise to inspire and raise the bar,
I have been wishing for far to long,I have decided to just grab the stars

Staring at a piece of abstract art from Pablo Picasso,listening to Marshal Mathers telling me to never let my dreams go,
Keep running from depression,but it drags me back with the lasso,
If your reading this,"Thank You" signed sincerely,the quiet kid in the back row
To my son Dane Tyler,I love you,I present you with scripture for older age and life's bumpy roads,
I pray you drive straight and always take the tolls,
your shine is already immaculate,the beauty of your smile and laughter is truly a sight to behold,
I just sit as a fan in awe watching your chapters unfold

If i could i would be a pupil of a teacher in far east Asia,a master of the mind,who takes on adversity with a stare as cold as a glacier
A young student who uses his teachings in his favor,for this learning experience i crave and savor

You see i stay in isolation to mask the pain for unexplained reasons,an individual who stays cold and walks through storms no matter what the weather or season,
the kind of gentleman you thought you killed,only you failed to realize i am still breathing
your threats i hear,and i encourage you to keep dreaming

I am not of African American descent and will never ever truly feel their pain,but i do have the blood of a slave,
a slave to politics,a slave to the economy,a slave to the government,a slave to wealth,a slave to this pen to leave me a beast untamed

Fortunately,i am not afraid of death and know my time is coming soon,the reaper has no face and make

*** no introduction when he walks in the room,his purpose is clear and his time is consumed,he is not a man of debate,he lets you know when your time has loomed

There i go again,trying to paint the canvas of life with words to give you inspiration,just a little head start

They shot me dead in the street,and you wonder why my blood is blue
Because i am a poet that is just ink bleeding from my heart...