My life exists between measurements, between the tick-tock, tick-tock, tempo following a beat that never stops;
vocal portraits seen in every line written, but have you ever taken time out to find out what’s the meaning behind?
my life exists between measurements,
at the edge of a pen is where it begins
too take shape formed from thoughts dwelling on life experiences;
I am a window to the soul of man; from the heart I’m sent with a plan to convey a message purposed to keep hands raised, to evoke strength so one can stand through the craze of the day to day grind easing the may-day’s off the mind.
My life exists between measurements beginning in ancient days when Griot’s told tales and fables, I existed before time had tables, each line is mine;
I am more than a rhyme,
I am the story of a young son hustling on the corner,
I am the story of a young daughter left on her own to roam,
I am history written to melody,
I am the written word spoken giving those who hear a picture of one’s personal Heaven or Hell,
I AM the antidote when all prescriptions fail!
My life exists between measurements, between the tick and the tock; I am woven in to the soul of Hip-Hop, Country, Rock, Rhythm and Blues long before I was sold slave to the “Pop-charts,”
My life existed…!
between measurements, between the tick- tock, so why is the light darkening?
Why has the beat stopped…?!
What happened to the tick-tock,