How it all began... lol... check it...

Sitting in class, looking at this girl’s ass, looking at the world through the glass//
I’m past bored, got all these thoughts stored, everyone is a word//
so I start writing, inviting these rhymes to start piling, inclining my mind to keep rhyming, dawg I’m in… a zone,
I’m in a world of my own, still in the room but everyone’s gone, it sort of feels like I’m stoned//
But know that I’m not, I'm just engulfed in this rap, and now the boredom has stopped…

That’s how it started, tried harder, and had the heart to go public, pondered my style whether thug shit, mainstream or raw verbal slug shit, half of the time on some dumb-shit, but still to rhyme; yo I loved it//
And kept writing, straight rhyming, freestyling, till I decided…
to use the streets as a stage, then to this here web page, testing the skills I knew I sustained//
Stayed up all night some nights to write, despite of what I might ignite, into the site or mic//
Started off with no logic, just rhyming no topic, thought no one would stop it, said I was nice with the rhymes that would back it//
and critics, would credit, my lyrics//
but after a while they simply got bored, said I said the same thing just different in words, felt distant and hurt, I was kicked to the curve…

Had to find concept, skip nonsense, was conscious of this, skill launched it and shit, it was obvious I’d hit, verbal blocks to my spit//
like bumps, and blocks, and knots, that stump and stop my shot, too numb to rock the spot//
so I took breaks to pace my lyrics, still I would face disgrace in spirit, no one for days would gaze or hear it, like if my blaze had placed no merit//
I orally lost my priority, knowing my own fucking poetry’s boring-me, honestly flowing so horribly//
suddenly facing the storm, kept pacing until my frustration was gone, inspiration came strong, yo I gained back perception I longed, and no longer direction was wrong, where my mind would have ventured so long//
Now a balance has managed to form, where the prodigy-amateur roams//
Still enlisted up in the rap race, far distance is all that I face, been sprinting but yet I’m far placed, from reaching the skill that I chase…

peace