IN MOTION...
When I was young I used to wonder what I'd do with my life:
How many babies would I mother?
Would I be someone's wife?
My mental vision always seemed to be including a mic
I didn't know that I'd be married to these tunes that I write
See in this thing you're in it from your start to your finish
Inspired by higher powers and my
poetic visuals
Words become material
my life's the subject
Erupting so I can build my own republic
I was twleve when I designed my manifesto
Came in a dream
from that night, there's been no rest, yo
I confess:
I had to grow the heart of a lioness
Progess like a vet while I'm applying it
I didn't choose to MC
I got assigned
Been seeded with a gene that has me fiending to rhyme
Hopping trains, planes and buses to take me on my next trip
Next time...the Mothership