And so it begins.  Again, a grin scrapes its way  Through the grimace on our prayers:  For the fallen. The forgotten.  The beautiful ones who speak  With the twang of a god  And twist of a timeline.  Tequila-tarnished sun in your rise  From the grave to grace.  We are butterflies crossing freeways.  Razor-witted obsidian simian scholars  Calling each other culprit.  Preachers rockin cock rings in the pulpit.  Sulphur-souled vultures  Picking our dreams clean  Close your eyes, eclipse an illusion.  Listen. Find truth in confusion.  It is there. Like we are here.  Survivors: the plural of phoenix.  Resurrected. 

G-D I began within the womb Hearing voices in the room Multiple languages and music This removed what would refuse it And actually would help me choose it And reflect connection to it Lyrical umbilical damn near spiritual Hard times need hard work not miracles. This was burned into my blood Because the rain would turn to flood Because I'd have to earn the love Of thugs who never learned to love. Ways of Asians mixed with Cajuns A hothead who's extremely patient Time was up and I was born Take the stage and mic is on.   Eyes open. First breath. Let's go. Crying because I'm trying to Shine like Destro. Green like pesto. New to the world. Big ears and big curls. A fool for the girls. A fool for everything. In fact, my first lesson Came to me quick When I quit bedwettin: Being lazy made me finish this song. It's better to be pissed off than pissed on. My second lesson I learned when I was five. Listen because this might help you stay alive. Trying to stay warm fresh out the tub, I squatted to pet my dog and Burned my ass on the radiator. I jumped up and just like The flick of a switch I heard son don't ever bend over for no bitch Little did I know I would fall In love with this music Now d. is all of the above Since then, I’ve lost my virginity, Lost my mind, Lost many jobs, Lost much time. I gave up and gave in. Lives I've taken. Robberies, break-ins, jail time, shaking. Pagan studies, bloody battles with satan. Now, I know it was a king in the making. This is my life. I live mine right,   Sunny days, funny papers, 20/20 hindsight. Money and time’s tight. I rhyme like I'm ready. Ready for the bomb. I'm calm and I'm steady. Armed with the weapons Of the lessons of the past. A monk and a teacher Confessin to the class This session's gonna last To the essence of the craft. History hides its lessons in the math. Tell a young soldier To get up off her ass Because growth and development is fast.

Connect the dots from teardrops to stars Connections form lines I bend to make letters Letters beget words that fight for my cause  Because I've been sentenced to write wrong forever  Tight songs'll weather the storm and over time  You'll find them songs'll help you stay strong  And it'd warm my heart to know that one of mine  Reminded you to shine before your day's gone.  Tight songs are lifelong friends that grow with you.  Roll with you when and whatever you're going thru.  Capturing the moment like an old picture.  Not just telling you what you are to do but showing you.  Knowing you are willing to listen to its pain  It refrains from taking advantage of your trust  Bringing others together by mentioning its name.  For instance, without this song, there's no us.  Tight song leaves no room for judgement.  It tells you exactly what it's trying to say.  Not too long ago, it was in abundance.  Now many are crying the song's dying today.  Some songs are wrong and gas you with dreams.  And pieces of real songs and fake signs of hope.  Praying that God will bless them with things.  They just giving these fiends a new kind of dope.  Some songs come from foreign lands.  They sound totally different from what you used to.  Take time and listen. You will understand.  Maybe you'll introduce new songs to yo crew.  It's true. All songs do have something in common.  They each represent some form of life's art.  Dialects and accents change but that timing Is the rhythm and rhyme of the beat of life's heart.  Some songs are humble. Some are evil people.  Some have egos like where eagles go Over photos and clothes and cars.  Showing you pimps getting at hoes in bars.  Telling you to never let go of love.  Giving you help to hold onto a wife.  Getting you kicked out. I'm so in love.  Sing songs of songs etched onto a knife.  A song never forgets. Let this be heard  And stamped into the books for those who ain't def.  A song can paint death and add reverb.  Pour out a liquor for songs who ain't left.  Old school soulful hopeful ass songs.  That's my jam. Shake yo ass dam.  Songs that we can't turn to ringtones.  Favorite? I ain't the one to ask man.