Mother to my tears, father to my smiles

successs your snake ive been following miles

un dettered from following, any fear is hollowing

tomorrow could be the day i fray from sorrows wings.

Burning down bridge and tearing down walls,

slithering over obstacle intent with gaining all

with a fire in my belly and a warmth within my cheeks

elated by the beauty of the treasures that I seek

the intangible treasures, its them we all pursue

perennial longevity, forever, for a few

the stuff of dreams where nothing seems sawn onto a seem

in a free flowing fashion, posing hazard to the keen

their quick to take a leap, promptly taking the fall

eyes too big for your belly, lips cant take it all

chasing what appears to be a herring in the red

could keep your belly fed and children in a bed

comfort in the back row, why would I need that for?

discomfort in my drive is the reason I adapt more!!

Act more rigorous to barricading entities

enemies, mind state and aggravating energies!!

Everything around suggests survival of the fittest folk

the strain in my calves helps me feel like I can get involve

elevate awareness and where less pride

because it only drags me down to peacock my stride.

Under Estimated

The platform is set, my art forms neglect

is less heart warming, more shards storming my respect.

It’s expected for me to fail, flail wildly in a breeze,

crash in higher classes, slumber in cold debris.

The cold in its degree revolutionises my hustle

so strength of word supersedes physical muscle

I’ll smile at neigh sayers, when they pay us, “the fallen”

through troughs we peak, creep, seeking our true calling.

Who sees the hours mauling, at the writers brick walling?!

Axe and pick scrawling to breath, break a holding!!

Suffocated in a genre that’s been judged from the start,

I crafted my lexicon so they can call it an art,

I don’t ask to be admired, just acknowledged as here

amongst strangers, as much as my closest of peers.

Abolish the fear! quick! So we can storm from the rear

produce a product validating the thorns that we wear.

I wasted time, paced my mind, just to taste that lime …. light!!

Taken the heat, forged my mind so in time I shine … bright

It’s not charity I seek, no, I ask that we repeat

the same respect for fine art, to what is thrown to a beat

the public are narrow viewed, so in gallows we cue

left hung waiting for a simple chance to be viewed

I’d lend my eyes so you can see as I view its true deliverance

Hip Hop the rain drop to feed famines of ignorance