Living Within

We listen like...

Like raps are supposed to show you our fury

Put your real soul in it, purely

and you can rest assured that we won't even worry.

The rapper tells the story and surely

the beat holds us and carries us over, obscurely

into a meditative state...

enter into the sacred space

is it a groove you feel? whatever shape it takes, this forever makes a place

never forget; and music is just a portal

for what lay within and immortal.

Every rhyme i meant to create

mentally supported my enmity when I was sent to my fate:

being essentially censored and cleansed of my slate

no life, no family or friends to relate

the hidden legend awaits,

and then he awakes---

this is truth rap. Move back, try harder, 'cause I guard it.

Whichever emcee I face who wanna get fried: start it.

This is soul rhyme, and compared to mines your lines garbage...

Wit and intelligence in a rap are just byproducts,

your shit is irrelevant, trust me I'm just being kindhearted

Every word I say -- who says it elsewhere?

What's a man to himself bare, when nobody else cares?

When another person's self stares into you clear

like a mirror, does your fear appear, do you live sincere?

The realm of these questions is as near and dear to your self as inhaled air

The outer world is dominated by men and women,

Consider your own person, ow look at Him and

look at Her, then

think of them, and lend me your inner ear

so I can ask "could you live with her or him in here"?