On a good day
I smell like Newport smoke under Giorgio Armani: Code
I am a soaring, screaming eagle
That's pigeon toed
Poetry
Ten toes down
The sole of my feet got glued to the sticky street
But my soul is on the road
The word "complete" has a meaning few of us know
So I enrolled in real life as my college
Major-undecided
I graduated from hard knocks high
But I
Didn't get a diploma
Just this big stick diplomacy, oversized cohonas, a taste for Coronas and twisted aroma therapy
The struggle inspired me to be a higher me
Hopefully before I die I'll put out more than I receive
Tell me who I gotta be
To get some reciprocity
All I know how to be is be whats inside of me
Brought up to be, taught to be, thought to be a prodigy
But raised to be, led to be, trained to be a rider
And all I know how to do
Is do what I gotta do
Cant Take My Eyes Off success
But its seems just...
Too good to be true
and That Thing in my chest
bleeds for the Lost Ones in Every Ghetto, Every City
I wanna talk to him
Tell Him he's a Superstar
That we, as a people, got that Ex-Factor
Tell him Everything Is Everything
But he feels like Nothing Even Matters
And that's me too, in a nutshell
Get your nutcracker, see whats inside
Rather than breaking my balls about past actions
I wonder if Footaction will let me trade in these kicks for kisses
I wanna feel the soft caress of happiness
This endless summer got me losing my mind
Signed up for band when I was 9
School boy, at the parade I smiled at my mom
I've cried so many tears since that time
But I find
I'm
too blessed
To be stressed
So I just
Let the saxophone wine
The other kids at school had minds that wasn't in tune with mine
I couldn't see that
I decided I rather be measured on a G scale than b flat
I dropped the notes, moved on to halfs, quarters, and eighths
I was taught it was wrong
I was taught to have faith
I just have to learn how to walk in it
Walk by it
Because at times I just walk by it
I'm just a young boy
Strumming her pain with my finger, singing her life with my words
We're on the same search
She tienes hombre for my truth
I have a thirst for hers
So I sat in this place where I sat when we talked first
And wrote down this verse
We went to the same school, metaphorically
But we had different teachers,
She didn't speak
My pigeon-toed feet leaned my sneakers
But now we walk the same walk and she sees it
See, I was blessed with the strength of a single mother
But I looked up to a player
Grew up around hustlers
Was trained by a fighter
So will I end up as such
Only time will tell
Time talk too much
Gym class coach say you only fail when you give up
Whose teaching do I trust?
If my mom say seek peace
but my brothers say fight
Pressure, paradoxes, and poetry
Thats life
But the album ends with it'll be alright
Who got a light?
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