PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A FREESTYLE

Verse 1

Portrait of the artist as a young man

Gonna turn a hater to a young fan

Set sail, see you later, off to new lands

They call me crazy till it’s true, then it’s true, damn

I don’t write a line just to make a point

Sitting in the silence to make a noise

Send shivers down your spine, get aligned. Like a river flow

A stream of consciousness, James Joyce

Last night with my wife, white zinfandel

No white lies, straight talk yeah that’s parallel

Cooking beats is a cakewalk, I might as well

All aboard the train of thought as I ring the bell

Sicker than liquor and wine, seeking the rhythm divine

Seek if you’re willing to find. Skill and the vision combined

I pick religion over my sign

But I still see stars align

Verse 2

Both grandfathers passed now the torch has passed

Still healing from the wounds of a tortured past

Staring at the ceiling in my room at a quarter past

Five but it’s time fight like a cornered cat

Game plan, Hail Mary that’s a forward pass

Watch me win the whole pot with these folded hands

But watch for inner soul rot when you holding bands

Golden calf gonna crush you like a soda can

Here we go again, yeah I’ve been here before

Up down seesaw, this is real war

Block of C4, life’s a brief tour

Do less, be more. Through death, reborn. No more

Empty promises for a common cause<

Realize we have a common source

That’s the seed at an artist’s core

A man for all seasons, Thomas More

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