Optimism is contagious
It shocks the system, I’ll say this
Because we go through phases
Where the inner critic takes over
Dropping a cloak over the bright light which can be your life
All you need is a switch, the bright light needs a switch
Maybe from the physical to the spiritual
Maybe from the miserable to metaphysical
I mean maybe from taco bell to some fresh vegetables…whatever!!
It’s a switch to let go of that baggage we have hitched
Like a ball and chain, yet we all refrain
From looking for that key
Unless, unless, unless theres a tragedy
Then we are like “Wait…where IS that key??” and I need a couple of copies
But see, when we do that, we are just fixing a problem
When we need a solution, that’s when we look inside to solve them
It means embracing what ugly and weak
It means accepting whats ugly and weak
It means loving whats ugly and weak
Just so we can go from the inner critics valley…to our personal peak
And when you hit that peak….awwww shit!
The doors open, the light comes in, your souls floatin n lifes bubbling
Like that bath or that glass that is now half “full”
But hold on, your cup is not half full…I’m sorry to tell you its not half full
Cuz its OVERflowing with glowing possibilitys for advancement
Its time to get out of your box and into some dances
Time to realize one day we’ll all be in a box
So take some chances
Do something totally different
So your inner child doesn’t feel so insignificant
Cuz when your inner child has a chance to be…
Your optimism has a chance to breath
And optimism, optimism is contagious
So now that it has shocked your system…spread it to someone who needs it.
I'm living proof of a modern day dream chaser
keep your eyes on the prize, minor problems seem major
its all about perspective
as we age we get corrective
searching for past clues, you are your own detective
putting together pieces of your life
where'd i go wrong, what i do right
its all a puzzle
used to pop and guzzle
now its a lot of trouble
watching your pops just struggle
knowing you got similar genes
but that really only hits on particular themes
we can make different choices
we got different voices
try to live life joyous
otherwise everything is straight pointless
i'm no preacher, but i teach from experience
i still speak wisdom, live ignorance
we can still choose to be free,
times are changing....but are we?
I know its hard to follow your passion
the DREAM path seems to go over mountains and canyons
while walking barefoot, pulling a wagon
of baggage and scars all while slaying these dragons
its called mid life strife
we dream of big bright lights
reality is we live in a place that fits quite tight
kids might fight so our dreams lay dormant
personal passion out the window, just want our teams to stay scoring
seems like the scenes way boring...
Life maybe less crazy and festive
but its all in our perspective
family helps you live in more balanced ways
things sure have changed haven't they
now we gotta lay back and just be
times are changing... but are we?
At places with crystal glasses and steak au'pouvre
i'm a poet, reading slow and suave
making sure my hat isn't too far to the left or right
making sure i say "hey that poem was great"
instead of "Yo, that was tight".
On the mic as a poet I take deeeeeep breaths
trying to do right cuz that's all I have left
I can write crazy metaphors that don't even rhyme
like I want to wrap you up in the pages of my notebook and lick you like the inside of a cold eclair on a hot day,
but if i was rapping, I'd just say I want to hit that
cuz see when you spit raps, you go back to the basics
that stretch smiles like Beverly Hills face lifts
i'm rated lower when rhyming over beats
sometimes I miss the timing and my feet
don't move like the used to
back when I was making watching Bishop and making references to the Juice crew.
I'm a father now, and spoken word is just so much...safer
you can look in the crowd and just.....breathe....
but it doesn't get uncomfortable, because, well its spoken word!
The rapper spits from the subliminal
the poet from the spiritual
both become lyrical cuz its typical for my pen to dip into the metaphysical
Poetry is my sister, rap is my brother
i'm sick of hiding one, while exploiting the other
so in case you didn't you know it, your looking at a true hip-hop poet.
Some say I should be a rapper
some say I should be a writer
some say I should rap blacker
some say I should sound whiter
some say I should written for ads
and some say I should have written for pop
the thing is...I don't fit YOUR BOX!
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I might have forgot how to freestyle
so my words will spill in a "key" style,
I need to write, it has been too long
I need to rhyme, this feelings too strong
I have been caught up in classes
reading so much I should stock up in glasses
I am doing it to sharpen my mind
I've always had heart when I rhyme
but when things get dark's when I find
the inner light flickering
So I don't know if this is a blog or what
I know I'm tired of having the softest gut
I'm driving to San Fran cuz my life is fogging up
and i need to get back to the roots...
I am writing cuz I need to get back...to my roots.
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