Artist Child

Man, I forgot how it feels to create, To make art, to make love, to just make, I take. a lot I had for granted a mistake, Cus now I cant help but miss those days, I cant remember last when I sat and looked at the stars, They say When you become an adult, you adulterate, Crazy how nobody tells you what's gon happen, But the words make it as clear as O2 if you pay, I stopped being me just to stop being happy, I stopped writing poetry, shit, I stopped rapping, I stopped caring, for doing what I needed to do, Just to help me get through... I played the fool, Thinking salutes and colors was gon be the move, Until I got there, and seen how these people move, Notating my proof, adjusting my views, And refocused so my passion can be too. It's us against the world... Now it's us against the world... I can't fake like the way I'm living now, I was flame, ion know what made me simmer down, But I'm done neglecting my feelings and inner sound, Out of love, I'm doing this for my Artist Child. Refreshing like McDonald's Sprite, The blessing of whatever possessed me to f*ck my nine to nine, verbally, To live inadvertently, And still chasing purpose on purposely, The pressure high to make the green, The pressure high to shelve your dreams, And your feelings playing make believe, When all you had a vision for were greater things, Aint no tree strong enough to make them cataracts flee, I still need to get paid, I still gotta sustain, Im not trying to struggle just so I can complain, But at some point, you gon realize the effort you may, Put into working for somebody that care less if you stay, Or if you pass away, and conflict in your mental, Can I afford at this age, Banner and Hulk sound more like working and play, Till you getting resources to be one and the same... that's where we aim. It's us against the world... Now it's us against the world... I can't fake like the way I'm living now, I was flame, ion know what made me simmer down, But I'm done neglecting my feelings and inner sound, Out of love, I'm doing this for my Artist Child. Much love to Julia Cameron, The god mother of questions, That God birthed me the answers for, Past trauma from banter, Handicaps that stunted growth, But for show helped me mold to my current manner, Damage done is none to cry, bitch, and moan over, I gained closure, re-exposed myself to those horrors, And I'm better fo it, way more literal than metaphoric, Still the pentacle of pivotal, if that's alluring, I cant help if you dont want it for yourself, My artist self, wants it more than anything else, But self sabotage my best friend, right in front of Cameron, And damn it, I couldn't let it go if I had planned it, I had a dream one night... I looked into this 4 year old's eyes, saw the desire for life, To be a paradise, His eyes were a younger mine, And I love him too much to not sacrifice. It's us against the world... Now it's us against the world... I can't fake like the way I'm living now, I was flame, ion know what made me simmer down, But I'm done neglecting my feelings and inner sound, Out of love, I'm doing this for my Artist Child.