A bit down too much for his skill set
He's ill
Even though he feels he ain't killed yet
And still
After scribbling an opening line,
He'll go ahead and revise it about 5 or 6 times.
'Cause it's gotta be exactly what he heard in his head -
If it isn't? No scribbling for weeks on end.
Now sometimes, he gets so deep in his thoughts
He gets lost, so he needs to breathe deep and pause

Before he jumps ship into frozen terrain.
He'll dial up the seldom people that remember his name
Reading over what he scribbled earlier that day
In the hopes they understand what he was trying to say.
Regardless the average thoughts that he thinks of his words,
He's told - in all honesty - it's the dopest they've heard.
He tends to ask, "Really?", and they all say, "Yes"
Then they ask him what he calls it, and he usually says..


(This is Hip Hop)
This is what I do
I said, this is what I do
It's much bigger than me
It's much bigger than you
But the truth is
A lot of sad suckers, they just don't got a clue...


Time to get prepared for the gig -
He thinks about just what he wants to kick
Starts with this acapella that he spits so quick
So they know off the bat he don't sound like shit!
See, he knows how fast the folks can lose interest
Going from blissful to listless
He's wise to keep that abreast, and yet, he don't get nervous
Hell, the nerve-wracking part is just writing all the verses!

This is an exercise
In the expression of what's on his mind through rhyme and
He's not too concerned if it flies with ease
Personal validation's the main kind that he needs
He puts on a 3-piece suit and tie
Which he's finding kind of funny, he's just not sure why
Jumps on a stage half a foot off the floor
And soon recites what he wrote the night before...

(ch)

Set finishes - they keep clappin'
Gathers up his things and some give dap, but
He barely makes time to acknowledge it -
Grateful, yes, he's just never been good at taking compliments.
Being polite though, he thanks 'em greatly
'Cause they're saying everything he needed to hear lately
And it's one thing to have it coming from your friends
But another from someone you might never see again.

Putting it like that, the night was successful
Got the people to dig it on a whole level that they never knew -
Evolution of his style will keep his chin up more than any generated revenue
Could do or, did or,
Any way you mix and match it:
It's raw energy exerted in the midst of madness
Merely a fractional collection of bits and fragments
That always rotate so the flow is never stagnant.

Before long, in rolls a new days dawn
Like, "Hello!"
He greets it with headphones on
This fellow is aware that,
Even though they said it was the dopest they had heard, he cannot stop there
So,
A new beat wakes him up quicker than quick
And the song won't change 'til something gets writ
He pulls out the notebook, pulls out the pen
And begins this arduous adventure again...