There are so many reasons why I choose to do this
I wanna squeeze it out like I'm made of juices
Clar'fy thoughts before I turn to putrid
Flesh floating on these vast cosmic soupses
Alright, reason number uno
I crave respect, high-fives and approval
Excavate downwards to greater depths and the true reason might be hmm... two-fold
I get respect in other places easily
But this makes me feel royal like fleur de lis
The difference with music and spoken poetry
Is that it's a canvas to be shown vocally
Reason 02: the process kinda fun
To learn about the art, the science and the sums
Of these tracks and tales, I don't need rails to be moved
I sail the globe without sails - ya dig?
Feel it like the home keys F & J
Long for moments in which I levitate
Hope for a world in which there is less of hate
But I do know my rhymes won't necessitate the changes
My naïveté is bounded
Cranium floats where clouds form mountains
Soles remain on the soil where the ground is
My butt on a lounge and pen on a leather bounded
Nodding my head to the bounce of the snare crack
Proceed to push keys like I do play sax - terribly
Best believe this a feeble bid to cement my own stellar rhyme pedigree
Reason 03: it's tied to my license
'Tis the horns if my person's a bison
If I do make some fans like Dyson
Hope it helps with my self kaizen
Summary: it's so super fun
Pro'ly do it till I live off super funds
A craft - wanna go master that
Capture my mind's eye with a Hasselblad
I know I'll get some scars along the way
With stabbing rebukes, a dash of praise
Can't help it - it's so part of me
Mistakes I'll make please pardon me