Better days before my eyes,
Balance, these tough times intertwined
with lessons got to subside
Greatness disguised as a working progress
Heavy hitters the product of several years enduring the process
accept the crown under protest
Im not ready to sit down and rule, the wises man looks in the mirror and sees the reflection of a fool, i can relate.
I desire more, genuine intellect to my core
Cars and female parts never quenched the thirst of my heart
The day i become obsessed with material objects is the day my mind parts with my purport.
Meaning and purpose seedbeds my movement
Pure heart cant say that my minds congruent
Floodlights in the form of scars and intuition
Piece upon piece the final product being an abstract concept beyond definition,
Beyond words what i got cooking in the kitchen
Dreaming and wishing
Praying and paying dues
Tears leave my lids
Heart persistent in this taxing pursuit
Not much to lean back on
Whats a young colored man to do..