Sometimes I ask myself could I rap about the paper if I really wanted…wanted/
That’s a good question, so why do I hate on those that are on it? They aint on shit/
Lyrically makes me nauseous gets to me physically than I vomit/
Keep your blunt Id rather take a bong rip/
I know you smoke a lot but tell me wheres your song kid?/
You always whining ‘bout your life and got a long list/
The listeners wanna dance they got ass to shake/
The back packers want punchlines and rugged breaks/
My street people want tales of the hustle/
but you can’t expect anyone else to lift a muscle /
Shouldering your dreams while they sleep on you/
As you get older it seems you’ve reached your peak un-true/
Stick to the script that you wrote for yourself and move/
In whatever fashion it takes just to show and prove/
Do as you behoove…/
With some original thought, it’s a criminal plot/
The way they got us all caught in vicious circle cycle rotating non-stop/
Just going through the motions until stress makes us drop/
Or we lie to ourselves in pursuit of a dream/
Sleeping with open eyes feeling trapped in a scene/
Of a network soap opera local channel fifteen/
Just the days of our lives if you know what I mean/
Read between every line and see my soul is submerged/
On the verge of a breakthrough thank you for words/
I emerged through expression with a message for the herds/
At a session in a booth where most my blessings have occurred/
Ocular perceptions lessened my inner nerd/
But I try to stay honest with myself at every turn/
So when the glamour morphs to gutter not surprised or feeling spurned/
Spurred on by success and all the lessons I have learned/
Learned its easier to stop and grow comfortable complacent/
Ambition vacant motivation insufficient question if youll make it/
Make shift confidence may shift over time and kick a bolder rhyme/
Your bound to relate to/
King KRO with some sounds from the crate dude/
Inundate you with dope bars funky horns and a break too/
Fate is hard to escape..who WHO?/
Would’ve thought I’d be here stable minded living dreams and sharing mics with my piers/
2011s the year but 2012 looks brighter /
Like the Pasture in my minds eye and butane lighters/
League of extraordinary writers im the founding alumni/
Illuminating mics across the Midwest they tongue tied/
Often I’m dumb high but never dumb/
Knowledge lines my inner lungs/
Keep it honest with self my only rule of thumb…That and never hold my tongue/….

That’s all