Sparkle & Fame

Before the Sparkle & Fame

Was only the hustle caught in the game, only my name and the flame rising...the only Aim. The smog and the fog hiding the dream while it was Clash of the Titans and only a Guardian holding my hand. I walked across the board of Olympians. A mythology or story told before.

The Design, cut like tool.

Five Decades to blame, or can you count, that's a Mighty long time on a Boot Strap Diet

Holding on to only daily aspirations and fed by Chicken Soup that feds my Soul

Blessed with the imagination of Little As to the Zs,the companies and me.

 

I could write and execute a three to five minute rap, jingle, broadcast a single, or journal down, podcast and mingle

A soap opera star or hustler flick, action packed Hollywood cast real to reel. But it's the daily meal that's the survivor deal that's keeping it sealed.

Had the runways, the solos and the bolos, the cocky and jockeys but it's the Dream Team, the Home Team, that's the Lean Team, the Organized Dream that's keeping it Clean and Dirty.

 

More than cut from a fabric it's woven,

 

it's a new design

as we take it to the next level time after time

leaving stagnating, procrastinating haters behind

hanging on like that ole Doo Doo Brown Rhyme.

Lead the way, as we we catch the rays of the new era, without the umbrella of doubt, shame or terror.

 

It's a new design

My face's on it

Like the CEO, the Leader

Worth a Million, Kazillion, Billion Dollar

Check the Label

Check the Stable

Check the Balance

No Checks Bouncing

Google Pay or Scholar Wallets

Assets Stacked like Pringles

No Checkout Girls Hating, Like the Amazon store,

Catch me in the Amazon Store

Cash Me Out Like The Amazon Store

Like the Model

Like the Design

Before The

Sparkle & The Fame

It Was The Dream Team