Welcome back to class, relax and kick back. Grab a pen, a notepad and pack your backpack. See, the plan is a lesson to plant a strong stance and ban the false facts. Then chat about that. There’s more important things in life than straight As, but grades can make way for pain or great days. Either way, a game that pays to still play. And if you don’t know how to play it then fake it until you make it baby… Think thoughts that talk but don’t whine. I say it’s all grey. They make up fake lines. I say to still play. They say I take mine. They say to make bank. I say to make time. Cuz the greatest of all time will say the same thing… If you wanna be a singer then make time to sing. Rap and write lines that play the heart strings. Parade your heart breaks to keep on marching. Gotta… Aye. Just keep on marching. Gotta... This is The Lesson Plan. This is who I am. This is real life. This isn’t Instagram. So call me Peter Pan. I’ll be the leader man. Teach you how to fly forever so that you never land. Written up in the stars are plans of potential. Class that passed crayons as art. Now that’s special. Paved their own ways and made without stencils. Play with utensils. Number 2 pencils Keep it simple and plot it on paper. Mistakes make us thank God, he’s an eraser. We paint through the pain but ain’t no pro painters. Tanks of propane that propel that anger. And in turn we say that we’re fine. But duct tape and staples breakdown with time. When the screws come loose and loop-de-loops wind Relax but don’t slack. You’ll come back as fine. In The Lesson Plan.

Now, you ain’t gonna find me on the cover of a magazine. Rapping is the backup dream I wrestle with like tag teams. Looking like I’m 17. I shave my face once a week. Mistaken for a student every day that I teach. I guess I’ll take it as a compliment. Problem is the opposite. I’m never lacking confidence. Better letcha ketchup cuz I’m fond of many condiments. I’d love to change the world but I’ll settle for the continent. Ha. Mixing consonants and vowels to the slickest syllables ever spoken into sound. Always down and around in my proud hometown. Open mouths, like WOW as I’m rapping to the crowd. Now… Yeah, you can find me on that YouTube SoundCloud pound it out with a new tune. Give me space and I’ll jam like I’m Jordan with the Looney Tunes. Dare to fall asleep on me you snooze, and you lose, dude. You see, at the end of the day, I just gotta stick true to my ways even if you ain’t down with it. My rapping is lacking a market to stay in. I rap in the rain so I won’t get famous. I’m good. And I’m feeling so good right now. Ain’t nobody gonna bring me down. You can try your best but it won’t work out, I’m good. And I’m feeling so good right now. It’s the kind of good to stick around. I can’t help it no I gotta get it out right now. I’m good. Alright, alright, yes I am. I keep my music loops fruity. Call me Toucan Sam. I’m not a drinker so I’m sipping on that fruit juice can. And I don’t care to compromise about who I am. Ya understand man? It’s never been about you. And I can do without the fortune, fame, and followers too. If you’re listening, I’m humbled and I gotta to thank you. But I oughta thank God for what he’s letting me do. It’s true. My life is my wife and our 3 pound dog. You know I try to keep it real whether writing a song or simply singing along. I find a place to belong. Hit the lights. Grab the mic. Take the stage and I’m on. Yeah. But when I’m home, I’ll be kicking off my kicks and putting down my phone. Keep my focus on the goal. Aaron Rodgers in the red zone. Leave you in your own zone. Find me in your end zone. You see, at the end of the day, I’ll just give a little bit of myself even if I’m in the middle on it. Giving I’m living with purpose and reason, I do this for me, for my something to believe in. I’m good. You don’t know me and frankly, I don’t care.

It doesn’t matter. The shadows and the photos see it all. Channel eyes in the sky and the flies on the wall. See my mind’s made of polaroids that no one ever took. And my thoughts have written words, every moment is a book. I’m looking down. Ashamed to say I’ve read them once or twice. Tried a couple thousand times, but I’ve yet to write it right. I’m losing hope inside. My ghosts stay alive. Try to hid them in written rhyming. In time if timing’s right I’m gonna Rise to the top. Throwing hands in the air. Living, breathing proof of what you can do. Staring down the barrel of igniting what it takes to make a name. Know my words are more than lyrics and my art is more than paint. I’m feeling pain in my stomach. I’m starving for a taste Of that kid saying I was the difference that was made. Put the snowball in effect as I’m heading down the hill. I’ll be running for my life but survive at God’s will. Say… Yeah, I can though it’s getting hard now. Matters of the heart they leave scars and marks down. Yeah, I will though it’s getting cold out. Shattered like it’s glass, a past you can’t throw out. I sit in silence, the nothingness invading every blink. Changing colors into grays in the ways that I think. I’m captivated to engage into seeking something more. Opportunity is knocking over locks on the door So we wait. In tunnels with illusive glowing ends. Write our records on the walls at the mercy of a pen In the name of supporting every kid that’s coming next. As the listen, they get it. Find their purpose and connect With the words we write. Feeling medicine that works. See, the cure’s in the rhythm and the rhymes that they heard. Every word that has hurt them, every stab that they took Is reversed with the verses, beats, bridges and the hooks. Man, I swear on the essence of who I am at heart, I may never be the fire, but I will be the spark Through the songs that I write and the lessons that I teach. Know the stars may be far away but never out of reach. Say… Say yeah, I can. Yeah I can. Say yeah, I will. Yeah I will. Cuz matters of the heart they leave scars and marks down...

It’s gotta be greater than… This. Listen… Now, I love what I do. And I vow to the class to allow every truth That they speak. Cuz who am I to decide What kind of a life that you live and reside In is gonna be, any more of a lie or the truth than what mine is? I’m trying to minus All of that that is holding kids back. It’s that hate that we give the quote “bottom of the class.” Every label, every name, the fact that we put em in a “gap.” and Put achievement in a box and lock it. Buried, is the map. And Then we trick ourselves to thinking that they key is what they lack. When our history has stolen any chance they coulda had. They say it’s part of life. But you were born to do greater than and more than survive. You were born to thrive. And you got wings to fly. Know that nothing else matters as the rest stand by like… Your voice should be greater than pencils to paper. Cuz pain ain’t erased with pencil erasers. So paint through the pain. Grab tape and a stapler To keep you together. You’re born to be greater Than dated equations and cheap calculators. While all the oppressed put up with the hatred We say that we try to subtract out the lies But this whole education has gotta be greater than... Now, I don’t pretend To be end of the game or the bridge that’ll mend. Or the answers to questions from centuries past. No mastering plan, I am only a man. Yeah… With a lot to undo. I don’t wanna sit and watch. I’ma get up and do. I’ma keep it real, I’ma speak the truth. And I promise that I’ll listen when you’re tryina do you. But what about ignorance rooted in me? An answer that I might eventually seek. But only if open to different scenes. I gotta break out of my privilege and see What life has been like for people like me. My whiteness was blind to Black history. I’ve never lived in the minority. So it only makes sense for the change to be... me. Check the textbook. You can see that I’ve arrived. History itself has finally come alive. I derive from the greats, Picassos and Einsteins. The ones who inspired me to go and write rhymes. Voice greater than a performance at halftime. I’m just trying to spread the love through the limelight. And every classroom, every student better shine bright. The game of science, I know that I’m at least half right. Knowledge is known to break all the fences. Cuz really teachers only teach experiences. 100% of the future. Yeah we run this. Molding the world, don’t care about your comments. Cuz kids these days, they start growing up faster. Chasing success, but money is what they’re after. But kids still feel joy, sadness and laughter. That’s the real word. Won’t stop until they all become masters.

Steady morphing with the moments. An influence is had. This is life as we know it. Emotional distress, at our best we can own it. But it’s easier to hide than to stand up and show it. Right? Yeah. Different people different places. Blend a conversation into reading body language. Learn about a person. Avoid judging faces. Then analyze the world on an open-ended basis. Listen. Radical is not okay. And the almighty pen isn’t easily erased. Powerful are words. What we do or don’t say is interpreted by everyone as anything but grey. A mind full of biases embedded over time but reflection is a medicine that cures a closed mind. With wrong and right divided by a rather fine line, if you fall, get assigned, then decide black or white? It isn’t black and white. But is it wrong or right? It isn’t black and white. Then is it wrong or right? Brainstorm on a blackboard. It’s the back of the class that lacks a math passport. Dad’s slinging crack and cares about cash more. Kid’s getting Fs and if he don’t pass more he’ll track in the path of Dad and repeat. Gifted a gun and drugs at 18. People might say he had the same scene as his peers but appeared to pick the wrong team. But… You gotta think about what’s given. A product of a woman with 11 other children. Working 2 jobs but it didn’t make a living. And a role model dad living in and out of prison. Now I don’t know about you, But I am not about to judge what I haven’t been through. From a pedestal it’s simple seeing what he’s gotta do. But careful til you’ve walked a life in those shoes. Now, everybody’s got opinions. Division of their vision in the world that we’re living in. It’s less about the listening and more about the winning Generate defensiveness so neither side is giving in. In and out of conflicts. She be screaming, “Stop it. Can’t we just apologize and find a way to drop it?” He be screaming, “God it’s like we’re back in college. You always try to drop it, but never have forgot it.” And so the cycle will continue… Stick with black and white and they be sticking with these issues. Cut each other down bring about scar tissue. Then end it for the seventh time but followed with, “I miss you.” But if it’s black and white, then the humble grey skies go and hide at night. Yeah. Uh. And if it’s black and white, then the stars fade away in the morning light. Like…

Eyes shut and stuck on a hardwood floor. Deja vu hits, think I’ve been here before. Last thing remembered saying maybe one more. Hazy raining 80 proof of poison. Raining makes it pour into the throat like venomous knife. Though it’s giving you a cold, syrup will suffice. Isn’t really getting old, but is hidden into life cuz you live a real low with an artificial high. And it’s like that, that grave that awaits you. Grim buying drinks with the reaper that’ll bait you. Could have chose safe but would rather let your fate choose. Should have poured it out but it’s ludicrous to waste booze. So you sit and you drink. Rather pour your life than your drink down the sink. Flipping that coin trying to process what you think. 11-month sobriety vanished in a blink. Every sip is a sign of the past. You’re a prisoner, bow down to the glass. On a ship bound to wreck and crash. You’re apparently okay but you can’t break the cast. Led by neon lights when it’s 3:00 in the night. See the prettiest sights with a pretty good high. Just to go out, pass out, lay down, stay down. Should’ve stayed down. Mighty is the grip of the ghost. Gone is the hero trying to slay him on his own. Piercing is the voice, “Last Call.” Rock bottom of the bottle hits hard when you fall. Sayin’ heavy is the chain to the past. Tread light down that path, you may never come back… You may never come back… One wrong step and you’ll never come back. Didn’t have a sip till I was 23. You were everything that I didn’t want to be. Showed me all the things that I didn’t wanna see. When I see what I see man it made me wanna leave. Still can’t believe I was in that spot. Still can’t believe, that I got what I got. Watch ya put it down, shot after shot. 5 years old at the party spot. Sleeping on the floor, when you was in the kitchin wildin. Bangin on the door, locked out and I’m crying. 10 years old home alone, I’m surviving. 3 years later brother’s dead, drunk driving. Round after round, call it turntable. Drink in the hand pain pills on the table. Try to conversate, you’re not even able. Feet on the ground hand steady I’m stable.

Another night of fighting. My eyelids don’t know to shut. I’m numb inside as if I had decided fight instead of running From the gunshots shot. Still ringing up in my head. And for the life of me I’m searching for the last words he said But they’re gone. Stolen, I know it but can’t stop looking. Life was taken by what decided to play God. Took in nothing but hatred and disregarded what fate, It had in mind. Can’t rewind time. These lives are not fake. And God, I hate him. God, it’s so hard. Still, I swear every prayer came straight from my heart. That hate, though contagious, is invented, not imbedded In our minds. Overpowered by the love never ending in our hearts. No amount of hate can turn our love black. But no amount of love will bring my brother back. Dare I ask if traumatic pasts stop from letting go? Cuz if so… I don’t know… This old fear rained down from the skies. It’s shown here in our hearts and eyes. And even the sun which has constantly been there for us is now fighting to rise. For hope we are fighting to rise. 4-20-1999. Changed is the way that we say Columbine. We were shocked and surprised, blind-sided by the fact That the minds of these kids could have planned such an act. But never mind all of that. Cuz look at what they’re doing. Countless school and city names now belittled down to shootings. A super villain given greater power every second That these cowards keep us guessing as to where they’re aiming next. And I don’t understand it. No, I’m never gonna get it, How a person could murder a class of kindergarten kids. Sandy Hook in Connecticut invented an element Of a shooting in a school we never thought that could happen, Cuz for God’s sake, they were just little kids. If this isn’t unforgivable, than I don’t know what is. Oh my God. They were just kids. If this isn’t unforgivable, I don’t know what is. In time we will find our way home. Through dark nights we hold on to hope. Not even the darkest of violence can silence The sound of us rising for hope. Through dark nights we rise up for hope.

Hey girl I owe you an apology. And though it isn’t me, as a guy I’m pitted on the same team. And though I can’t leave, I can help scream anti-catcalls and unmask masculinity. Cuz ain’t nobody use an excuse when they rape me. Or blame it on my clothes and my body. Try to shame me. Or tell me that I want it. I was flaunting. Go and blame me. Excused by a name and some fame. It’s enraging. And when it happens to you I can’t begin to understand all the pain you go through. You invalidate the victim when you tell em what to do to avoid an assault instead of voicing the truth. And the truth is assault isn’t passion. And rape ain’t erased in the name of compassion. When real men stand up we all gain traction. And boys will be boys held accountable for actions. Boys will be… held accountable for actions. This time my silence speaks. Inside I’ve screamed. But now… The world is screaming out. And despite what I’ve been told I’ll be just fine on my own. I know… That it’s bigger than all of us now the walls are Falling. Falling hard to the ground. Start talking. Breaking silence with a sound. And call it. When you see it call it out. Let’s turn this upside down. Aye, this has never been a mystery… We just walk around the influence of history. And never talk about how many women suffer. She just tryin to make a sound to wake up the hush and knock the walls down. Loud. Proud. Now we having conversations. Waiting on change, people getting sick of sitting patient. Some people haven’t got it. Stuck on bogus indications. Thinking every rape is a fake accusation. Aye! Somebody tell em what to do. Treat a person with respect and that’s how they treat you. If you value reputation, then you lay out the truth. When you ask for consent, then you stay out the news. It’s more than just a little fraction. One out of every few so you can’t like the chance of avoiding your abuse. So we pray it doesn’t happen. And boys will be boys held accountable for actions.

I think a little bit of hypocrite is hidden in our hearts. The end looks nice but it’s far from the start. See to make an artist great, isn’t paint or guitars but the pain in their hearts, time making their art. And it’s hard. Never said that it wouldn’t be. Could it be that even me could be what deemed I shouldn’t be? And shouldn’t we be trying to meet what people say we couldn’t meet? To keep a millimeter when a kilometer’s in my reach? Nah… But it’s tempting still. The devil’s mark is hidden in a hundred dollar bill. We chase after fame, but a name isn’t filled by a bank rather thanks from the lives that it built. But… Yeah. When it can’t be enough we lose who we are in the money and the stuff. Circle right back. Find the reason above. Ain’t no bank account that can buy you love. So back and forth we go. Yeah back and forth we go. We act on that we know. Cuz that’s all that we know. So back and forth we go. Yeah back and forth we go. When back comes back we don’t know this back has been back before. And so we go. I wanna be a kid but the kids wanna grow. Platinum is trending but I really wanted gold. And I’m jacked to go out, now I wanna go home. When it’s back with a gimmick gotta get it in a show. Like… Yeah. Why you doing that dance? Wearing them shoes with the high-rise pants? Some will come and go when it’s all about the brands, gotta shop it, cop it, and rock it with the fads. Yeah. Better Snap Chat that matched with a black flat brim snapback cap. Like a hat coming back into fads like that. Girly nerdy in the 90s might be coming back. But it’s cool. I guess it doesn’t matter right? Getting caught up in the web of the moment and the hype. Getting caught up in the sights and the sounds of the night. Maybe wake up in the morning with a new state of mind like… She wanna look like her with the curves but it’s her with the curves that is hurting the worst. And her he wanna make more pay than he work for Say that he worth more, but he ain’t work more. She wanna look like her with the curves but it’s her with the curves that is hurting the worst. And her he wanna make more pay than he work for Say that he worth more… Yeah right.

As if your dreams are the means to the purest of hearts. We chasing fame but then blame it when it tears us apart. We may refuse to believe it but fame with money and greed Will be what’s equal to the devil when you’re creating art. As if realities have to be inescapable prisons. We’d be more stupid to go through this and not love how we’re living. With artificial emotion in every post that we make. Cowardly words on a screen overtaking our brains. As if likes were the currency determining worth. And every comment is the gospel in this digital church. The crucifixion in words so isolation occurs. This status scale is a joke. You’re vindication deserved. As if anything was any more important than love. And as if family had to be what you have in your blood. Given attention with time and dedication’s a sign that For these people being who you are will always be enough. This is it. Aye, this is good as it can get. This is it. Aye, this is good as it can get. Cuz this is... This is happiness. As if our births were entitlement to life without flaws. Think that we’re cursed but the magic is life happens with cause. You see, there’s beauty in stories and every life is a movie, Unlock the mystery hidden if we could only hit pause. As if magic in cinema lies in minimal love. We want that movielike happiness aparating to us. Wishing Avada Kedavra on any enemy cannot be Any fix. Know this trick, just not hating ain’t enough. We need love. Authentic in an infinite form. The most magnificent rose will credit growing to thorns. Paying attention is delicate. Narcissism’s irrelevant. When it’s love, that’s it. So define it as definite. As if God would ever improvise on your life. But don’t anticipate answers to fall right out of the sky. Instead of waiting around, why don’t we get up and get it? Cuz this is it. So go get it. This is it. So go get it.

It’s like that feeling you get when you witness something great and you’re inspired but you can’t express it. I wanna be better. Let’s pick it up Jigs. You wanna spit a rap battle? Hit a little free style, kick the writtens with the riddles in the shadows? Belittling. It gets me feeling shallow. To kick it with the realest without focus on the gallows so I swallow. Gulp. I’m trying to feel it now. I’m standing in a cypher all the people screaming loud. I’m killing it and winning with the wickedest of sound til it hit me I was dreaming and no words were coming out. So I sigh. A psychic microcosm in my mind. I’m envisioning what killing it would sound inside a rhyme. It’s not the first time that it’s happened in my life that I buckle as I struggle with the limits only I can erase. There’s really no denying there’s a gap. The space in between who I want to be and am. Some part of me could face it but that part of me I lack. It’s fronting with my head while it’s hiding in the back. So watchu gonna do? I’m sick of thinking that. You gonna see it through? This time I’m trying act. Somehow be seeking truth to escape a shaded past And do what you gotta do to elude a relapse. Sayin’ It’s like I see it in my head, and I know I can do it but sometimes I just can’t get it out. Now, I ain’t gotta call it quits, but this is how it is. A mind and body split like internal politics Spitting silly hissy fits with reality and myth. Kicking like couple kids, still unwilling to admit what they did. But listen, I’m well aware of it. I’m sick of it, but feeling it will get me rid of it. The more I talk about it, the closer that I get to a cleanse. I’m trying to commit. Sticking to it. What I’m doing isn’t anything new. It’s intuitive to glue together what is coming loose. Double bubble gum and duct tape stapled with a screw. Trying to keep it all together so whatever slips through cannot break me. But if it’s gonna shake me, let me turn to faith, so mistakes that I make cannot make me. But’ll save me. Maybe strength can be found so that I cannot phase me. Not every time I fall, does the sky fall too. Not every time I slip, does my grip wear through. Not every time I’m stuck, can I not try to move. And not every time I miss, do I need a redo. Sayin every time I fail, I learn something new. And every time I try, I gradually improve. So not every time I’m tired, do I gotta hit snooze. But the truth, lies in what I’m gonna do.…

Hey, what’s up Kyah? How’s your day been going? I’m not sure if you’ve been asked that cuz you’re really not showing much at all. I’ve seen you at your best and I know that there’s really so much more to your story that’s been growing. As of late, I’ve heard some things that sounded pretty bad. And I’m not sure if they are true, but I thought that I would ask. Cuz either way, you need to know I’m here for you and that, you should always come and talk to me when you’re feeling sad. All the rumors, true or not it sucks when they get out. People feel the need to weigh in, though they know nothing about what you’re going through. Though I don’t know, I know about just how nasty it can be handling these things without any help. I’m sorry that this evilness exists, people needing to be mean as a means to fit in. And despite so many likes clicked up on your last pic, I see your hurt is deeper than the scars on your wrists. Hey what’s up Kyah? I need to know that you’re okay. It’s been a couple weeks since we last saw your face. I know a couple people came and saw you at your Dad’s place, but I also know that that is not the best place to stay. I remember you were telling me about this time at home… Your dad was drunk and yelling at your mom over the phone, and then threw the phone at you but you were smart and held your own. The cops finally came, but couldn’t prove what I know is the truth. You wouldn’t say he put his hands on you. But there’s no way that volleyball would leave that kind of bruise. It was left unresolved but left behind a clue of the secrets that were covered by the clothes you wore to school. Some people started talking. The rumors that were spread were nothing like the truth, but were wickeder instead. They said you had it coming. They said that you had said that this school is full of fakes, and you wished that you were dead. They started calling you names. They followed you to your car, embedded it with spray paint. A fragile golden reputation in a moment defamed over “he said, she said, they said they heard you say…” I know the higher road seems impossible to choose when the whole wide world keeps on lashing out at you. To keep a level head when all you want to do is punch them in the face and make them pay with the truth. Know I’m sorry. I don’t know where to begin. I can’t express just how sad that I am I’m hearing this. I promise you I care. I promised you are missed. I promise you these years are as bad as it’ll get. But I think you need some help based on everything I’ve heard. I’m really getting worried bout how bad you might be hurt. And I bet that all of this is more serious than words. But regardless of the truth, none of it did you deserve. Hey listen Kyah if you hear this can you please get in touch? I know you changed schools and it’s been a couple months since you left. But honestly I’m not the only one that’s praying you’re alive, and just maybe on the run. We saw your picture on the news when your dad had finally snapped. He kidnapped your mom, and tied her up in the back of his house. The one that you were last seen at. He flooded it in gasoline, struck and lit a match. And burned the house to the ground, but ironically went with it. See, the bottle in his hand granted him his dying wish. His intoxicated state made escaping out a miss. Tripped and cracked his head after one final sip. But your mom… She’s still in the hospital. In critical condition and survival is unknown. How she managed to get out of the house? They don’t know… She was saved, so it seems, from the ash falling snow by an angel in disguise. I wonder, was it you? And even if it was, would we ever know the truth? I reminisce as I’m wishing there was something I could do. You deserve much more than what life has given you. I heard the only thing found amidst of all the wreck was your phone in the ashes, battery almost dead. And in your messages app there was an unfinished text address to your best friend. But in it, you said, “Thanks for being my best friend. I love you for that. You said all you could say, and did all that you can. Tell my mom that I’m sorry, and to stay away from dad. Goodbye my friend, I hope that you won’t be sad that I…” Kyah, I wish peace for you, no matter where you are, I wish peace. Yeah. Kyah I wish peace. No matter where you are, I hope that you find peace…

Listen. Know in time, the almighty plan can change. Can't define what it is, but you can give it a name. And some might call it faith, or call it strength. But whatever definition given it can make a flame in your soul. Cuz you don't wanna throw in the towel. You've been holding proud so you can't quit now. Though it seems your dreams were beaten to death, you better never underestimate the power you possess. Persevere. You know you could be saving yourself, so don't be waiting for a saving from a somebody else. If you try, I'll try, to give some help. But you gotta give it time when a nothing hand's dealt. It's aligned. I'm telling you it's up in the stars. In the sky, someone's got a plan to chase away your scars. In your heart you feel the pain for real. But I promise given time and hope your heart scars will heal. And in the end, if it seems like it didn't work out. If it seems every seam has been ripped right out of your heart. I will be your release. I will see that you redeem every dream that you've dreamed. And I won't cease till you believe in yourself. When you look up in the mirror don't be seeing someone else. I can tell that you try. And that tears me apart. Cuz I wanna see you rise up so much higher than the stars. Someday changes won't mean fighting. Someday, when the stars are lining up for you. I hope they do. Cuz you deserve it more than any person that I know. Before the stars save you, I'll try to. Know in life, you might be getting knifed to the ground. Might get cheated, straight up beaten seeing stars all around. But it's how you act, and fight to get back on a track that'll guide you to the right life path. Tho it's sad, to see a life lost in the noise, you gotta recognize signs give you a choice. And then it's up to you to pass or choose to go live with what you're given, handle making it do. And it's you, with all the power needed to arise. Cuz I know you got it in you to do anything in life. See the sky, your eyes, and your scars so far. And I swear that you could rise up so much higher than the stars. And I swear if you believe it, you'll be feeling what I feel. And I promise every scar carved in your heart will heal. Tho it's hard, to see, the life you can lead. You can leave it all behind and know your life fight's at peace.

I suppose I shouldn’t fight. Who am I judge you with the words I write? Yeah… Now I try to do my part, but I struggle with the lines cut inside my heart. I wanna tell it like it is, cuz this is what’s real. Wanna link what I think with things that you feel. Wish I didn’t hold back, no need to conceal. Wanna be the best me. The real deal. I don’t need to make cash, I just wanna make change. Need to know what I’m doing is worth the time paid. What’s relevant to me at the end of the day better be who I am, not just what I say. Or just who you see. I wanna be a role model not a celebrity. I wanna do it for myself not for amenities. It’s about why I do it, not what it does for me. It’s about why I do it, not what it does for me. I try to write the right verse and rhyme the right words so the words that you hear are more than just heard. They would turn to hint to which you would search. Then emerges the you, you wish were first. For the world’s gonna teach you themes you must learn. And in turn you may seek a need to return. Take a breath in. Let it quench your thirst. And connect us with just the right words. I guess I shouldn’t speak. I’m not proud of everything that I’ve done this week. But, I think it’s at our core. If you’re not trying to grow, what are you hear for? I wanna turn into a man I can be proud of. Better yet, be the Dad my wife and kids love. Cuz the best stuff in life is stuff that comes tough. And the best stuff in life… is not stuff. I don’t need to be the “see what he did” needy, greedy, guy. Why, I’d rather live a secret people healing kind of life. A teacher by day but a writer by night. I wanna help you by relating with words that I write, or the words I teach. I wanna be a role model not a celebrity. I wanna do it for myself not for amenities. It’s about why I do it, not what it does for me. So… What can I do for you?