Flow Like Water

Yes. . . and so we begin.

Let it flow free form from my mouth
Just a style I picked up from decades raised in the South
Let it be known quicker, let the phrases be sicker
Than what you've all been expecting me to be known about
Impeccable mind, on an unbelievable high
Walking by faith, bypassing silly routes
Whether or not I'm colorblind, storming through any weather
Though this tape signifies another drought
As the thunder claps and the synonyms strike
And the tides rush in, may this be the new-found love in your life
May it return to you where your third eye is silent on nights
When you feel down and out; like, like God didn't deal your cards right
Even if your foresight fails, learn from what's behind
History repeats itself for reasons, no lies
That would explain the lack of the fresh feeling this season
But I'm here now, rest those laurels (and disbeliefs kids)

No deceiving, even if only you listen to this track once
May it reach you in places only the shadows can touch
I can only hope you have enough respect in due time to say I'll always be blunt
Call me HAZE, I'll always be blunt
Roll me up, twist me, turn me up
Tilt your head back, lean, burn me up!
Don't be afraid to say you yearn me much
See that I'm not the type of guy to begin you on the metaphors verbally drug
But starting off on a good note, leaving on a bad one
Arriving right when the trash receptacle needs to picked up
A healthy young black male with a vision to rhyme around others with a sick strut
Women calling me, the rabies afflicted mixed-mutt
With a bite much worse than my bark, dealing out much worse than my scars
How could I come so far, with so little?
Funny how that pain riddles
How could I be paid in negatives when I've worked this hard?
When I've worked on climbing to this point for so long
Keep it up baby, no allowance of quitting to be on my team
And in truth, if that were to have occurred you wouldn't be listening
And I wouldn't be giving you gems
No skin off my back, no pneumonic jewels, your ears would be digging through wind

God damn!. . . let me stop spazzin'.

With a style grew out of the southern status
I can't help but explore the West, Far East, North, and other lesser known places
Some say they can kick it to you proper
Some say if you listen to my cadence, there's no other replacement
Taking cues from B.I.G.'s - Who Shot Ya?!
Sprinkling a little of 'Pac's - White Man's World, and Redman as The Funk Doctor
In the mix; you see some women in the past labeled me a monster
How do you see me still?; am I of stable mind or a Rasta's?
An ex-dope boy, one of society's problems?
Am I a depressed neo-soul child, with a broken heart and no walls to guard it?
Am I just tired of my peers saying I souled out?
Not sticking to the tradition of rappers under the Mason-Dixon
Am I writing it wrong, or am I saying it right?
Was I never cleared for take-off, or are you people ready for a flight?
Not just around this planet, but into the soul and the mind
Of the next best thing standing;

Yes love, I've finally arrived!