Endeavor to write, I endeavor to rhyme, endeavor to rap, my words are on time. I lay it down lyrically, I don't know if you hearing me, avert your gaze, I'm talking empiracally. Cause music holds power, and knowledge untold, so move with the mic and let my wisdom unfold. Sing for the moment, dance for the day, open your mind or get out of the way. I like my rhymes lyrical, affecting you in spiritual ways, striking where the problem lays, striking in your mind, a wisdom divined from the feeling inside that history has lied. So if I can make you think, for just one second, open up your mind and look in the direction that we're heading in, going down hill faster than we've eer been, then maybe that's something... bigger than I will ever be, you will ever see reflected shapes of our one true reality, so close your eyes, spark a joint and take a trip with me, moving through the sound at increasing velocity.

Then I kinda lose my train of thought, and continue with:

I'm not a rapper, so don't throw a "yo" at me, I sound like a white guy reciting his poetry, breaking it down one line at a time, trying to keep it real, trying to keep up with my mind. Upper white class is what it says on my lable, but I still hold all the cards at this table, and so I broke it down as best as was able, and that is the end of this little fable.


No sleep is FUN.