The Realest Thing

You are now tuned into Ebony Eyze Soul Intuition Volume 2 Only on the smooth jazz radio station Where we play the smoothest hits The realest thing I ever wrote Came from a place of intuition, uncertainty and pain Like I inserted myself in a game with no rules No level ground to run laps around or Walk barefoot through as sharp grass punctures my skin Drunk from the midnight storm That would be too easy Taste of morning dew like coffee brewed Strong enough, I pray, to wake my dreams from sleeping Can't bobblehead my way into boardrooms With a blank smile expecting a full check Expecting no one to notice These chipped teeth imperfect Expecting heaven to fall straight into my lap Without expecting to fall face flat Salt in wounds Unfinished breakfast I digress The realest thing I ever wrote Came from a place of love Barack and Michelle will tell It's like mother's eyes to a newborn son Water to a dry well Soft heat from the baking sun I nurture each word well Have them ego trippin’ Second rinse spinnin’ And still carrying shit with no smell Cut from a different cloth I blend in with the crowd Never loud or boisterous Just keepin' it one hundred and proud Gucci showroom floor Show you how to walk the runway ‘Til your feet get sore kind of real No one night stand Dollars on a night stand feel Cheat you out your pay No place to stay kind of feel Immense fear when death comes knockin’ kind of real The kind that brings you out your comfort zone Into a life more comfortable Surreal The realest thing Comes from experience Made no sense at first but later gained definition Write my wrongs in ink in order to make a statement Mistakes are what it takes To go from division to multiplication Consider these chapters phases Formulas for success Trust in what your gut reveals Stay woke Stay true Stay above the rest