Story Behind The Song

Was told that i shouldn't create music or express myself through music. But music & writing is my passion my outlet we all have different outlets & mine is music & poetry

Lyrics

I was born on that loose leaf
Kicking rhymes , Bruce lee
Plots birthed through ink blots
tighter then a slip knot
Classified hip hop
Stayed in between the lines
Introverted rhymes
Had to find my social eyes
arrow point pierce ears
Call that kid Shakespeare
Never let the ink smear
All up in yo ears never followed peers
Scribbled all my tears
So weird
Now they singing oh yea
Oh yea (crowd)
That's boy from linden
Writing poems in his attic
No reception
Just static
Let me breathe asthmatic
Simple mathematics
Art equals emblematic
Let that sink in
Anti climatic
That's a theme
That's a Dream
Some just green mean
Incredible
The hulks in
He walks in
2 chains on a slave, never free
Let My words speak
Gimme free
memories,
descendants extended me
Centuries
Those real hundreds
so hunted
Never wanted
So called friends stunted
Told me I was nothing
Misery, she says loves company
I guess we fighting for that custody
These words everything to me
expressing what I see, who be
Memories, who I was, what I can be, maybe
Go figure
A kid and his pen
Playing with words like action figures
From January to December, remember


Hook:
Im in a Poet state mind
Is that, that such a crime
If I lost these words I'll lose mind
expressions you got yours and I got mine
I'm speaking about my life and my times

Second verse

Graduated notebooks
Random words on school books
Didn't care if it looked cool
This was just a therapy, tool
Started in my mamas womb
Creative room fine tune
sun up to new moon
My version of the blues
Causing commotion
Switching locks on emotions
Trying to make contact
Watch my acuview
my focus true
Opinions brew
That's nothing new
Closed minded what they do
Watching every move just to disapprove
My stories, my thoughts
My heart my father broke apart
My art helped it restart
This form can't depart
My minds a composition
Composed of musical renditions
The soundtrack of the conditions that we live in
Life's a muse
Light the fuse
hold it in go boom
That's a loon
Padded rooms
It's mental we all lose
No outlet the pressure
causes a Great Depression
compression on my confessions
Lead to further transgressions
journal to ledgers
Diaries to songs
We all getting our Marvin on
recording what's going on
My hew is on that Langston
With a method like Cranston
I'm breaking that bad
Never follow a fad
Never had a image never had a style
Picture it
I just wanted to make the world smile
Create my own lexicon
The optumus
Decept these cons
The prime in my mind
A poet until I say goodbye

With every line I devise
For laughter or a cry
A poet until I say goodbye