My mind was progressin'..ahem..excuse me, class is in session,
On how to handle my new obsession, achieveing O.M legends,
The though of it had me stressin', Started with "Desperation",
Writtin by Domain 9, you could see his respect for Bruk in each line,
Made my heart welt, so though-out and deeply felt, this must of been a sign,
Because for this, I read every written legend, and they all stayed in mind,
Moved to pieces by Camarac, purest form of dope, I had to sit back,
Replenish my mind, for another textual track, of which nothing it lacked,
Recently read "Blood On The Pillow", I wondered how to visualize,
What he saw through his eyes, the whole idea caught me for a suprise,
The message it was sending, the concepts portrayed at the ending,
Though, my feelings on Weezy's "America" is still pending,
But the verse itself had me in my brain mending my questioning,
Of what deserved to be considered an open mic legend,
How would I reach my own space set in a sort of RB heaven,
By now I make my way on to reading a Sand classic "Pain of Plane",
I'd never remain the same, for my vocabulary had changed,
I guess I could say Legends took me from a fetus into a writer,
A born again writer, cleaning his mouth that was like a fighter,
Had I of tried, I could've been "Almost Famous", yet I was "Napping Thru Reality",
These senseless notions, causing myself all this mental comotion,
So now I stick with myself this forum I always seem to open,
And if I could accompish having a thread in this so say, perfect potion,
The thought would be a "Reflection of Fate" , that I to showed magical devoution,