Beats 'n' Rhymes

There's something therapeutic 'bout touching somebody soul

Through verbal communications you perform, truth be told/

Exchanging narratives, philosophies and what-nots,

The day to day chatter or blabber, you know like what's hot?/

Either that or exploring different concepts,

Formulate them concepts to rhymes, create projects/

Capture ears using Bic pens and loose leafs,

Hoping to drop fruit, spill facts, that can produce seeds/

That's how it be like, when me write and flow,

Get dee-lights from the mic, it be like, fasho/

No matter stressed out, blessed out, penniless,

I can spit a rhyme, write a sixteen, then it gets/

A lot lesser to hold, the burden's lightened,

Sailing territories of unknowns is frightening,

Every other day its like I'm up against a titan,

I slay another giant and a tyrant, when I'm writing/

This dad life got me stressin' more than usual,

Doing what I can tryna keep from away from cubicles,

Everything I learned growing up is the beautiful,

Isn't in the money or the cars or the usual/

Where was I at now, back to the topic,

Some people take vacations planning trips to the tropics,

Some people get they kicks on dissecting microscopics,

Or studying the retnas learning how to get with optics/

I find pleasure in rhyming words and similes,

Luscious beat breaks where the drums creep like millipedes,

Samples tracks, it could be something out of the Philippines,

Guaranteed, still it get's slain like it's a Philistine/

Been pen and padding since when Wayne was going platinum,

For this game I've seen the rain, and shed my pain through tears and plasm/

I've documented wins, losses, triumphs and my failures,

No matter the behavior still I wrote it down on paper/

Threading the needle, so to speak, on all my issues

Weaving together stories of soul, how I was misused,

Fell in love with method of use, I'm talking rap songs,

As long as what you do is from heart, how can you rap wrong?/

More than just a passion of mine, even though nowadays,

Most of my attention is spread between the baby play,

Nurturing the wife of my youth, responsibilities,

It keeps my hand busy with tasks, but when I get some peace/

I feel fifteen scribbling away,

when I get a fresh page, get a beat and then I play,

what I'm feeling in that moment, write it down and let it lay,

say it back, catch the flow, hit the studio and lay/

Such a feeling, such a feeling of euphoria,

Equivalent to Michael Jordan, last quarter, scoring the,

point to tie the game sending everything to overtime,

Staying in that pocket of serenity is so sublime/

I find freedom in sentences, verbs, adjectives

Combined within a rhythmic type pattern, just a rapping kid/

Who rocks backpacks, snapbacks, and Nikes,

Providing commentary on things that's not likely/

I find solace in the audio of beat breaks,

Just let me have playlist of Pete Rock, for Pete's sake,

I don't know the reach or extent of what I've wrote down,

But someday, all these records I made gone cause a heat wave/

I used to wonder if my hobby could provide me with,

A lavish lifestyle, filled with Escalades and lobby trips/

Hotels and records sales, Grammys and awards,

A jet plane equipped with things I need for tours/

Features with my heroes, at least a couple mill,

The older that I got, though, the less I saw it real/

I started seeing that the gift of gab and flowing,

Was only overflowing cuz of freedom from my poems/

The more I stayed true and kept it honest in the open,

The more I saw doors that was locked start to get open/

The world could collapse on it's axis or explode,

I'd still find time to write a line and spit a flow/

And I would have some peace of mind,

Feel the darkness fade away when I'm writing on my lines,

Cuz Beats 'n' Rhymes are the rhyme and the reason,

The signs to my seasons, that's vital to my breathin'