Creation

if I could just find a place

where I could just sit back and create

and not worry about fate

I’d probably be fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams, on the real

every wound I’d ever received would probably start to heal

and I would never worry again

never lack for a friend

just the beat, the microphone and my pen

find utopia inside of cornucopia of thoughts that I’m blessed with

questioning my purpose would be out of the question

an infinite cypher in session

creating with each breath would be my only obsession

destiny constantly I’d be manifesting

never losing sight of my direction

the course that I’m etching like when stone meets the mason

breaking through the walls that I’m facing

Eddie Bauer skating on these tracks that I’m lacing

never compensating

my spiritual situation is authentic creation

                                                           

gotta build something, heal something, feel something,

creative pipeline I gotta drill something

gotta make something, take something, put at stake something,

the sleeper inside, I gotta wake something

gotta choose something, prove something, gotta move something,

to progress sometimes I gotta lose something

tryna piece together what this life is about

looking forward to the day that I can figure it out

tryna figure it out

is this what living’s about?

does humility really mean livin without?

or that just a misinterpretation of the word

to spend my life chasing after paper seems so absurd

so how could I, why would I,

live the only life I have inauthentically, why should I?

appear as if we belong, feeling like an outcast

we end up in the same place, who we tryna outlast?

to truly fit in, we gotta fit with ourselves

if we refuse to face our demons then we living in hell

you can act like you don’t got ‘em but you lying to yourself

ain’t nobody alive without some shadows on shelf

how much energy expended tryna hide our shame

and in the process we look for someone else to blame

keep ourselves hostage, closed up and cautious

we’d rather save face instead of cutting our losses

gotta build something, heal something, tryna feel something,

creative pipeline I gotta drill something

gotta make something, take something, put at stake something,

the sleeper inside, I gotta wake something

gotta choose something, prove something, gotta move something,

to progress sometimes I gotta lose something

tryna piece together what this life is about

looking forward to the day that I can figure it out

  

tryna move a mountain – a shovel at a time

that’s like every word I write if I try to force the rhyme

if I impose my will on the process

sometimes creativity gets lost it’s

so delicate

so elegant

move with the stream of thought but still stay relevant

a chemist that’s compounding the elements

is it real? can you feel it? maybe that is the evidence/

driven by a force of benevolence

so how I could be hesitant?

that’s the role the ego play

diminish its influence, listen to what the beat’ll say

“One thing I tell you is we got to be free” like the Beatles say

“I’m not the only one” that’s what the dreamers say

I believe ‘em, I seen ‘em – I am one too

you believe in, your reasons – but I’m not you

I ain’t tryna, convince you – but I stay true

long as I got a beat and mic check one two, c’mon