makememagnate.

I’m writing again, where’s my other notebook? Got all these ideas running through my mind. No wonder when I speak my voice sound shook. They told me to practice my rhymes, my flow - but I’m afraid trying to follow this beat will make me seem unnatural. No worries though, I’ve got my own rhythm, my heart beats. It drives my feet~every step. Powered by the thoughts streaming from my head.

See, I wanna talk about one subject but no-can-do. Speak my mind, my pains, make you feel the drama, the weight. I wanna take you with me, walk with me, yeah you can hold my hand~talk to me - tell me how you relate and even lack rela-tion to all the facts, the accomplishments, the faults that I’m showing you. I’m learning, maybe from this you can learn too. I’m trying not to choke up, I’ve gotta swallow this shit - I’m only human and it’s true. The Karma these niggas give really are so far from the actions of humans. But I’ll say too, that this makes for a better ground, no a better hell, to rise up from. By then I could probably flex some upper body strength! I’m at the peak of just doing it. Getting to that breaking point - no way it could feel any greater though.

The journey to rediscovery - be sure to hold your breath.