Drifter

Ever since I could walk or talk I could play the piano.

Ever since I could talk I flew off tracks with my jam yo,

not for an instance of luck, no walking stick to camo-

with and tip my hat just like that, adjust like all those pilots did

now whip my head back, gotta get back on track.

I never rapped with themes... that means I'm looked at!

lyrical senses' been book whacked!

So i stand in front of the kitchen bringing my style,

a new beggining

It's what you in fo',

with a bitchin' intro -

my first competition

 

Some day,

I'm thinking of one day.

I made everything happen

and since day one I tip the words on my hat

and my raps begun, now

some days

I'm living for One Day...

it's already happening,

and my tracks begun.

Rappad writting

making sense for once

 

I wake up while we're flying so sit back and recline in,

and if the blinds are down I'll found unwinding on jagers,

its free man, I'm wasted.

and if I hear while I was napping

before take off someone yapping

its not clear though but yeah something

about a hero

...

I remember something, for sure

...

 

Some days

I'm thinking of one day,

I made everything happen,

since day one

i tip the words on my hat

and my raps begun now

some days

I'm living for One Day..

its already happening,

and my tracks begun

rappad writting

making sense for once

 

get a little bit of track sometimes

with my rhymes - but its ok,

cus every day when I be rapping

I would always find a way

to mix my the beat with my flow

its comes right of the heart

comes right out of the soul

like heard from the drifter car

on a loco - motives are towards

not being roped in!

so I fly by the seat of my pants,

it's nothing more than my advance to play,

I mean I paid for this life,

played the notes twice,

fray my rope and escaped.

 

Some days

I'm thinking of one day,

I made everything happen,

and since day one

i tip the words on my hat

and my raps begun now

some days

I'm living for One Day..

its already happening,

and my tracks begun

rappad writting

making sense for once.

Some days

I'm living for that day,

I'm goin to play something

with the beat on my mind,

with the crowd at my feet,

 

Now what was I saying?

while your playing this song I click my fingers,

raise my cane, it's just a flame that I am on.

but who's to blame?

when on a lonely station without a name?

You're done.

Wating for a train that never comes

so manifest your own!

lifes a ghost railroad!

you hear piano keys like someone jiving the glissando,

please, stop making things more errie.

close your eyes, if you think of rainbows

now you here near me

the scene set on my train thats elegant,

but be sure not to forget that luggage above your head,

If I reach for it I receive high fives instead

from high 10's passing the isle

but you ain't be paying attention for a while, right

eyes stuck down in your smart device

watching playing saturday night live

a skit with a bit from tom hanks and that guy

........

....

..

.

 

Some days

I'm thinking of one day,

I made everything happen,

since day one

i tip the words on my hat

and my raps begun now

some days

I'm living for One Day..

its already happening,

and my tracks begun

rappad writting

making sense for once, now

somes days

the plural of one day

its already happening

cus todays day one

fun on the horizon

lets go catch the sun.

 

iiviivix