Everybody got a Story to Write Down,
And there ain't no better moment For Me than Right Now,
Live and die by the Sword in a Fight How,
I unsheathe my speech the Sword is a Mic Now,
An emcee 'till it's Chorus and Lights Out,
While the pen bleeds, Pouring my Life Out,
Absorbing the Strife,
Record and Recite,
Explore with my Wife,
Call it a hobby but it's More of A Lifestyle...
Nothing Else Comes Close,
The love spread like butter that Melts on Toast,
Born a king, but..always I Felt Small Though,
I never blinked; built bars more than Cell Blocks Hold,
Iced competition 'till them L's Stopped Cold...
Enticed Opposition with a Nice Composition,
Received so much; I live my Life Off of Giving,
Fortunate enough to live it Twice through my Children..
Sight's on Building, Flipping a State (estate),
I'm not talkin' 'bout no property or Dividends Chase,
I'm talking building on-site (on sight) 'till my Vision in Place,
And made so visible that Fission Relates,
But this Isn't a Race..
Though wisdom is the Baton to Pass On,
Teaching every guppy to fish, I hope they Catch On..
Before Mac's Gone; Simple and Plain,
I drop it straight up like Physics is Lame,
I'm on a Different Plane...

The Battle and Cuts, Rattle me Up
(So What)
Still I Stand and I Bust, Hand on my Nuts
No I'm Not Finished
Still a mic fiend like Rakim Is,
I'm Not In This To Cop Benzs or Rock Pendants

The Battle and Cuts, Rattle me Up
(So What)
Still I Stand and I Bust, Hand on my Nuts
No I'm Not Finished,
I got Business with all the Top Spitters,
A Rhyme Menace who kill doubts,
Not Minutes..

And I'm In This, Sharpening My Senses,
Carving a path through the Gaps and Wide Trenches,
Scars are my Tats, if you Ask I Might Mention,
That the Art of the Craft ain't the Raps; it's My Intentions..
Rhyme Inventions my Daily,
From now 'till I'm Eighty,
Locked in, going down like I'm Davey,
Gale Breeze or Snail Speed,
I'd never Bail, He's a Whale;
See life (sea life) with no flow won't Avail Me..
Questions Await, Through Blessing and Hate,
It's a Collection Introspection can Freshen your State,
So Wait..
My true form Hides in the Notepads,
Rhymes and the Vocab,
Minus the Gold Plaques,
Climbing up the side of every tidal-Like Slope Fast..
A Nomad Traveling,
Kodak Happenings,
No apps, filtering these old bad Habits And,
Mastering how to live in the now and Laugh Again..
So the Reach Gets farther with Each Step,
And Keeps Stress down with no comedic Relief Yet,
A Deep Breath,
Pondering on what to achieve or let Defeat (Da feet) Set,
Signing my name while the Streets Wet,
Speak my piece on beats 'till a Piece Fit Decent,
Flowin' so much I get Sea Sick,
Only here for a Brief Blip,
Fly on some Weak S**t,
Or fly on some Clmbing-Up-Peak Tips..

The Battle and Cuts, Rattle me Up
(So What)
Still I Stand and I Bust, Hand on my Nuts
No I'm Not Finished
Still a mic fiend like Rakim Is,
I'm Not In This To Cop Benzs or Rock Pendants

The Battle and Cuts, Rattle me Up
(So What)
Still I Stand and I Bust, Hand on my Nuts
No I'm Not Finished,
I got Business with all the Top Spitters,
A Rhyme Menace who kill doubts,
Not Minutes..