It's not all about the competition or knowing how good you are
Or who's turf goes the hardest or showing off how hood you are
It's not about the candy paint you drip and all the wood you scar
It's not about the ice and the fame on the scene like "could you star?"
As long as youre keeping the flame alive through any curse sparked
Fall down and get back up, must battle through the worst parts
Sometimes when I search for the light it seems as if the earth's dark
Trying to make the vivid movement permanent just like my birthmark
Super Happy Fun Land, Last Concert Cafe, Solidarity Houston, Under The Volcano, (<
venues in Houston) KPFT,
And many other sources through courses that keep me motivated in this game, be damned to say poetry ever left me
So on this given day that's made, nobody can replace fire
Within while MC's will claim their spot as a laced sire
Now thoughts of violating my passion, things may get uglier than DC's preference to Azelia Banks brace wire...lol...
2019 - Kris Smith
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