Jazzy Bars (RAW)

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And then we prevail in a storm full of wind and hail, sharp as a nail,
I'm the type to tip the scale, Pursue my purpose without fail,
Trying to pick up the fact from fiction, trying not to be a living hypocritical contradiction,
Like trying to find a prescription for my addiction, trying to paint a brighter picture of the affliction,
Or construct another composition, where something is missing,
Talking so loud that nobody's listening,
Seeking clarity in my speech, solidarity without trying to preach, to accomplish the goals within my reach,

It seems like drama when all you want to do is talk about trauma,
Spend some time with the Dalai Lama or whatever you wanna, burn some marijuana,
Tune into a simple mantra, or sit in a bubble bath, listening to Frank Sinatra,
You might be clever to drop the lever whenever, and not worry about the bonds that you sever,
If the bond ties you down, and keeps you away from the treasure that suits your pleasure, but whatever,
I'm just trying to get through the few months after December,
Cold to the bone, I'm trying to shake this weather,
Even when I ain't doing my best, I'm still trying to do better, trying to do better,
I don't write a lot of poetry anymore, but what I do  it's a heavy downpour, recently my depression
Went into remission, recently experiencing  higher cognition,
Sympathetic to the human condition, I find my mission and nothing's missing,
Self expression, how I get out the depression, did I mention, that's the only intention,
Not trying to make an impression, I'm just trying to transmute my transgressions with deep inner reflections, Hoping there's a lesson as I make this confession, I have an addiction to pain
And the prescription is what caused the affliction, sometimes I hear voices in my head, like I'm talking with the
dead, wisdom sometimes better left unsaid, the horse has been led, you've been fed, with a
Roof over your head, now just drink the fucking water, and put yourself to bed,
All these things we try to wrap our head around, we're all material objects left behind in the lost and found

That's why I try so hard to keep it underground, living through the cracks and crevices
At the shady part of town, growing up like a dandelion from a crack in the ground,
I can't help it, I'm unashamed at the strength that I gained, I can't help it, I'm unashamed of
The strength that I've gained, from suffering for which I overcame,
And for which I eventually found no one to blame,
New rhymes mixed with old bars, like problems that I fix, when new rhymes and old rhymes mix,
Getting my fix from a bag of tricks, picking up sticks, and I'mgonna need some bricks
To build a high rise with the plan that I devised, but overthinking things will just lead to my demise,
Look at my eyes, I'm just a man,

This is not an act of aggression, this is a collection of experiences that might manifest lesson
Stress, but I ain't pressed, I'm rated for high compression, I ain't playing, I'm just messing, I'm a man
of peace, but I stand my ground, I was born and raised in the underground,
I ain't lost but I can't be found, I roam free, but got roots deep down

Through ups and downs, peaks and valleys, I'm the black bottom silt that accumulates at the edge of shady
alleys where wildflowers grow, that was no accident, just a product of the seeds that
I've sown, I tell you sometimes it seems like your whole life's in the sink,
But you're at the brink, try not to be a victim of the things that you think,
I've been wondering how much longer I can last on this never ending spiritual fast
With no more stones to cast, asking myself, am I more than the footprints I leave or the shadows I cast,
Still wiping snot off my sleeve, as I grieve the ones I've lost past, paying homage to them,
With any chance that I can get,  at any cost, I recently feel like I've awoken my inner holy ghost,
And I'm making the most of this life that I have, trying to give more than I receive,
Trying to make this world a better place before I leave, trying to teach my seed to not be deceived
Trying to my best, best believe, so let me lament my spiritual death, as I reinvent
My life which was a mess, and if you missed it, yo check this and rewind this

I'm the type of brother that will kill you with kindness, I am that brother that will
Kill you with kindness, and just ask me because you'd be wrong to try and define this
Now let me make a deposit as I composite a composition with masterful definition
This is just a work of beauty, this is not a premonition, as I sharply craft the word

From my vision, with precision and applied passion to my mission, know that I'll always
be reaching, but I ain't reaching too far if,  I can see it in the distance, with persistence
I pursue vernacular tenacity, too bad I'm getting old and losing my visual capacity
As I spit these bars, as I spit these bars into a blurry cell phone view, I don't give a f*ck
I got nothing to prove, I got nothing to prove

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