October 17, 2005
There are no rules to Hip Hop.
There are no fools in THIS spot.
Just imagine your face in
Shades of disgrace
Then words will spill out and they CAN'T stop.
See, I'm an element, hanging by a strand.
Always sinkin' in quicksand,
And it don't hurt
To scream out and blurt
Any fuckin' thing that I can.
See when I was five all I wanted to be as an artist.
No need to be the smartest,
But hold such skill with these hands
It can definitely take me the farthest.
However with this test, I began to realize
That not only colors were dabbed,
But stabbed in the heart because what materialized
Was the fact that without a stable job
This so called ART j.o.b. will financially make me full of cries.
In Filipino eyes, was it wise to follow the generation?
Or start my own and create a revolution?
Soon I'll be known,
Cuz I'm still growin'
I became more aware you see.
As moments took hold of me
Strength and serenity
Were TRIED and forced out