GRAVITAS

(Eventually it connects)
(Now We Mirror Nature)

Welcome to the mind of the kid in the back of class
Staring out the window at symbols thinking of raps
Stuck in the limbo of the future and the present past
All resolutions became illusions within a graph
Exponential instruments partnered up with a pad
I'd show the homie a couple bars 'fore I hit the lab
I think of more while i'm striking flames off chemistry glass
And watch the temperature rise and I never thought to ask
Are we reflections of molecules in limited mass?
Or are we wavering in the face of forsaken paths?
Or somewhere in between?
Cause when I strike this flint directly over gasoline
I couldnt help but notice the focus to change degrees
Whether schooling or imminent cooling its plain to see
We're all over the spectrum
Different hues are neglected, Take the news and project it
At the age of 17 it was way to much to mention
I never fit in and my whole image was too neglected
A nerdy and quiet black kid with a hidden weapon
I wrote some poems in english class and it all connected
Metaphors the particles of our living essence
And from there was progression, while I found my inflection
I took a vow to make every move from that point impressive
In spite of my non-verbal presence at tutor sessions
I'd write lines during breakfast, and align my intentions
It goes to show that you'll never fold if you keep finessing
Cause all I had was my dreams and needed to fight depression
In the grand scheme of events I compressed every lesson
And built up the confidence to constantly keep an essence
I've been fighting the wind and weaving it all together
All the faith I would put in people, I put in records
Scrapping pieces of paper while I scribble these letters
Traveled a heavy distance that many couldn't measure
Deleting memories, images I cant keep forever
Meaning all of the simplest moments I would question
Had me focus on other moments causing the tension
I'll keep evolving to newer levels to send the message
As of today this the realest verse that I ever wrote
Its getting harder to put priority in a post
Cause when you talking about honesty they think your a joke
And when you're joking their laughing in hopes that you will fold
I'm understanding that some will look you dead in the face
Elaborating all that they say and try to explain
That although thats its good that you're working to build your name
Theres a slimmer chance of you really getting a break
And they ain't working to discourage the progress you made
But its just harder to justify it with little pay
When you see yourself in the mirror it ain't the same
And the dynamics of life can lock your passion away
And this is on the daily,
I'm pushing record after record 'til they cant debate me
A thousand shows with a thousand hands to make it wavy
Tsunami sirens to divert the climate that i'm making
Close enough my hands are shaking
I'm on the cusp of greatness
I've slipping back into my zone, I'm thankful that you waited
And gave me time to work, I've just aligned the constellations
This is determination balanced out with level patience
Meaning nothings getting wasted
Uncertainty of my urgency would circle my mind
Many a moment where my own emotions riddled me blind
I was counting on everyday hoping it would fry
Wondering if my mama thought of me looking at the sky
This is right after the clouds from the storm grey
Its as vivid as a crown made of sun rays
This is right after the sounds from the show fade
A lifetime of me adding value back in my own name

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(Eventually it connects)