19 février 2012

A Sunday Walk

What is it we have with Sundays ?
So little energy for so much to do
Doing nothing, Doing all

Back to the Basics
Just walk under the enchanted clouds.

Thinking about the past and the future, but seldom present comes to my mind.

Amiour toujours.
  









14 février 2012

Lose yourself




Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere is vomit on his sweater alreadyMom's spaghetti, he's nervousBut on the surface he looks calm and readyTo drops bombs, but he keeps on forgettingWhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth but the words won't come outHe's choking, how? Everybody's jokin' nowThe clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravityOh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so madBut he won't give up that easy, no he won't have itHe knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dope, he knows thatBut he's broke, he's so sad that he knowsWhen he goes back to this mobile homeThat's when it's back to the lab again, yoThis whole rhapsody, better go capture this momentAnd hope it don't collapse on himYou better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it you better never let it go, ohYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowCuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yoYou better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it you better never let it go, ohYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowCuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yoYou betterSoul's escapin' through this hole's that is gapingThis world is mines for the takingMake me king as we move toward a new world orderA normal life is boringBut superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, homie grows hotterHe blows us all over, these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's known as the GlobetrotterLonely roads got himHe knows he's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold waterThese hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold pradaThey moved on to the next shmo who flowsWho nose dove and sold nadaAnd so the so properHis toll, it unfolds and I suppose it's old, partnerBut the beat goes onDuh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dahNo more games, I'ma change for due called rageTear this muthafuckin' roof off like two dogs cagedI was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changedI've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhymin' and stepped writin' the next cipherBest believe somebody's payin' the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by theFact that I can't get by with my nine to fiveAnd I can't provide the right type of life for my familyCuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapersAnd there's no movie, there's no Mekhi PfiferThis is my life and these times are so hardAnd it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and waterMy seed plus teeter-totterCaught up between bein' a father and a pre-madonnaBaby momma drama, screamin' on herToo much for me to wanna stay in one spotAnother damn or not has gotten me to the pointI'm like a snail, I've got to formulate a plotOr end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only muthafuckin' option, failure's notMomma love you but this trailer's got to goI cannot grow old in Salem's LotSo here I go, it's my shotFeet fail me notCuz maybe the only opportunity that I gotDuh dooYou can do anything you set your mind to, man