It has been long since the factory has been publishing
Feels good being in a neighborhood where most is understood
writing is like a bicycle I just found
improvising mic tricks with no delivery to his sound
Mono tone but at least he gets the message across
like cellular phones and tin cans of dinner sauce
My family is my biggest boss

Toss out the garbage there is much to reap of our harvest
Leaving behind old targets that were too unrefined
Bigger pictures require more paint
acquaint to using too much restraint on the mind
“He ain’t the preacher patron saint”
but neither was jesus of nazareth
more of a zealot radical activist

transform through portals of black magic
Poetic freestyle practice
on most days

reaching for performance of something much more gorgeous
it takes planning, procedure and process
lest we forget the diligence and revert to poor habits
Its a regular kind of act, that expands and contracts
back to back laps of spitting raps on that boom bap
can you leave you forgetting to wrap it in a netting sack

Zoom into 10 years and see how you think the future will appear
will we have enough time to sit right here and drink a beer
Fresh off the train, looking for a nice place to rest the brain
I suppose some thangs are only visible with certain frames
Having too much change doesn’t allow you to appreciate things when they don’t stay the same
vice versa versus a middle ground
being able to eyeball a pound
of that raw truth
recorded on a track in a vocal booth
with a sweet tooth for the clever leveraging proof
that we create every second of experience

Our bodies and minds naturally are inclined to filter out that which needs no shine
the darkness of subconscious cannot be restrained or confined

the life in times