1st Verse (yU)
So many things on the brain, just to hang
The ink drips on the page, I feel priveledged to say
That a song saved me from dying
Them times I try to keep in mind
We're affecting peoples life thru rhymes
Rapping, thoughts jotted on a napkin
Balled it up, found a month later in my other jacket
Tone raspy, cuz I've got a cold
Words written powerful, my handwriting but still, I don't know
If I wrote it, and if so what was I going thru then
Written in pen, I use pencil.
But then again.
Sometimes you use whatever u got,
Aint nothin wrong, I done used Neiori's crayons
For songs yall play all day long
We make wrong right again
Dive in headfirst to write a verse tighter than the last one I wrote
And I'll pass on the smoke, sippin aloe vera juice from a can
You quote me, write on.
2nd Verse (Imani Bilal)
Love, hate, sunshine, rain
Art will always remain the remedy for pain
As thoughts scribe themselves on walls of my brain
I claim my story and spit it
To make the seeds think
Sitting backwards in empty pastures
As I bleed ink and sink in it
This is what happens when I empty my self into myself
This is what happens when
Life's hands offer no help and then I
Drift into a translucent dream
That is my only reality
Gladly folding the alphabet in such dimensions that
One sentence becomes an entire world
The universe is in you,
Believe that, and see what the pen do, write on.
3rd Verse (yU)
And I done seen a whole lot, so
For me, I've found a way to let thoughts go
And I might talk slow, I write songs
Speak from the heart, & not the skull
Got soul, inscripted in each scroll that I scribble in
Chizeling what I meant within the width of the paper's lines
I try to take my time wit it
Rhyming like I'm venting, this is my opinion
I am sending. Thru song, its everliving
Won't forget it.
Blending with rhythm. When spitting, I relay vision
Folks listen. Like a solstice who chose THIS, over chilling
Ready & willing, write or wrong, turn it to song, calm as a seance
The lights stay on
Without the use of electric, the candles lit
Glowing like tips of incents, the ashes drift
Feeding my habit again, I grabbed a pen. Start imagining
Thoughts gathering, patterns on my notepad I write on...