my ink pen races, then chases thoughts/
i think patiently, then send my phrases across/
like Lazar tip darts/
i hit bullseyes with haste an no pause/
creative artistically, no pages are lost/
thru mazes i walk/
lazy little bastard/
raised in these days when it pays to be a rapper/
on stage is what im after/
but im not captured in this craze/
nor incaged in the factor/
id rather have ta face disaster/
then play the role of an actor/
just to be commercially based an manufactured/
i vow to stay true to my ways/
for the rest of my days/
even when im aged an unattractive/
the fact is/
hip hop circulates thru my vains/
an thats it/
so ill work the trait till i change/
or move past it/
i want my words to be herd by the masses/
an alla the fashest political asses/
that act as if/
were all sado mastaicist/
hazardous/
to our selfs an any other that passes/
an that is/
exactly why/
i most not let opportunity pass me by............