and i ain't got nothing to hide i'd rather just let the plan unfold,
cuz life changes but on this stage my stance gon gold,
back with the upper hand eyes up and at the sky,
pen game stuck like a rubber band pride structured in the lines,
in the same sense what was made dense
never made me huddle up or drive,
might've made me grow humble as the hunger sunk into my spine,
just had to realize what God sent me in the struggle
was for me to knuckle up and grind,
so now i'm laughing on the inside at this time
and those fronting on my rise,
cuz The Fall was just a board Dilla Day the outlet,
so what i have in store is sure to force
outside sources to take The Middle as an outlet,
so as the rhythm plays i'm here to renovate what's outset,
and dedicate what turned centigrade to an
assembly rate that counts breaths....

we'll build back from the ground up,
out of luck but i found love,
found home again,
cuz home is where the heart is....


i brave this cold world no matter the seasons are changed,
i find peace in the meaning each sequence can claim,
i'm living with a little less plus i'm more fluid,
knowing there's more to it,
this union with the gift i spit to give your quiet legs more movement,
no forced union,
you either hear me clearly or clearly i need more grooming,
these days are so gloomy,
so i'm set to improve the skies prize with lines
and make sunshine more roomy,
take it all in i've been called since this pen translated my inner words,
now in a blur,
i find solace in polishing verses to enter your,
soul's reach,
they told me to speak from the heart till they're receiving the spark,
now i'm the reason most heads can find the meaning in dark,
corners not out for charts more out to impart,
routes to enlarge,
thoughts cuz only fools don't feel the need to change,
so i never hit the brakes,
60 on the gas switching lanes in the speeding rain....


we'll build back from the ground up,
out of luck but i found love,
found home again,
cuz home is where the heart is....