Isaiah Smith

Rap Dreams

Sweat runs down my face, eyes glistening. I sit in silence, pondering my future. All in that moment, nothing else matters. A slight rumble of bass fills the room, speakers bumping, and I focus my attention to my notepad. I scan the lyrics, which prompts a cascade of memories flooding in. Memories of doubt, pain, and struggle encapsulate my mental, and I spring into action. I tip my hat and, without hesitation, begin to spill my feelings over instrumentals. remaining focused, and unaware of the passage of time, I continue to recite the scriptures in which I wrote, scriptures that contain bouts of pain and wisdom.