The Transition

All I did was read this magazine called Respect
It's content on hip hop history through photos caused me to reflect
I'm not going to let mind try to continue to deflect
What I think inside is true I know my craft is likely suspect
A 36 year-old who's puttin' out rhymes for the first time
He's trying to jump on a band wagon and he's past an MC's prime
But I don't care cause it's something in my path I can't decline
Just knowing that I have this freedom in itself is sublime

I'm feeling all this energy that's rising up with a persistence
It's a vibe I can't deny it's like a clutch on my existence
If I don't make a move now I'm going to regret being riskless
I need to jump right in before the whole idea becomes remiss
I want to make words like food and leave a good taste on your palate
I have the consistency and flavor more intense than a green shallot
In my essence I will only deliver only what's pure
If you want to ride this wave I paved for me don't be unsure
Never have you seen a man who delivers with no mask
I speak the truth with every stroke until I track it to the task
If you think you have the skills to keep me quiet then please indulge me
I'm a picky guy I'm warning you most MC's repulse me
I just want to be transparent with you so you don't get confused
All the words are spoken true only the beat is getting abused
The flow isn't concocted it's not the flavor of the week
I don't roll with famous people money or fame is not what I seek
Mm mm... Uh uh... Not that commercial... Only the real

I'm just a chill Hispanic dude who through away his bad attitude
To come with raw intentions and create with positive fortitude
My art is for me sincerely I use it to relax my mind
I'm on a plane right now from Chicago to Oakland with this rhyme
I'm not a Bay Area native and I won't claim that for my status
And I don't make any claims to using medical cannabis
I do put down L.A. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley
Born in West Covina, raised in La Puente and Chino Valley
City to city I was in a new school every year
Sometimes only for a semester but I never had any fear
I was easy to get along with even though I was unique
I didn't fit in any clique which was a gift I didn't seek
I was cool with the Mods, Skaters, New-wavers and the Gangbangers
I wore Vans, T&C shirts, Levi's, man I hated Wranglers
I was passionate about this cause I didn't want people thinking I was a cowboy
Much rather have them know that I still played with toys
You know, Transformers G.I. Joe, Voltron, shit like that

I'll probably never grow up in my head, I'll always be striving for my dream
To be an artist 24 hours a day and never to go mainstream
Money is no motive for anything I do in my life
My health and mental wealth are and so is the deep love for my wife
Envy is no good cause that just turns you against other people
Instead try to connect with those one might label the sheeple
It's the people that need love most that really need our attention
The answer isn't to lock up adults and put kids in detention
We all need education and encouragement to grow
Not from public school but books and socializing and factual shows
The kids are wide awake even more than most people give them credit for
Not all of them are watching Gossip Girl and Jersey Shore
I know you're thinking man this guys trying to be like that "crazy white guy"
Pop culture, kids, disliking fame and being sly
You can say all you want, but my creative seat does not recline
I'm just sober now, no longer faded, basking in the sunshine