WRITER THAT I AM

Am I still considered a leader if I have a no book full of un-executated ideas?

If I want to teach Mona Lisa pieces but in the form of verbal speeches?

Does that make me Jesus or a mad genius?

I mean; I ve gotta be a high priestess at least

Or full at best

Repetitive sessions and lectures will replay in my head when it’s time to rest and play dead when it’s time to come alive

And if you know me, you know that I, don’t like my fire sustainable,

Gaz station trips but, no gaz avalaible

Now I have big passions that are invading and degrading my greatest thoughts into biogradables

Am I still a leader if I don’t take the same advices I gave to you?

If I saw you pushed your thoughts into a credo and take the credo into the grave

And told you, the night before, I had being doing the same thing,

Would you still allow me to save of you?

Or would you push me to the wire? Cause I ,too, ve been sinking into the churches of holy hooder but still baptised by fire

So much will, and still, I m forced to tread lightly on treadmills in vacant basements where cage birds out of words, with a freedom impatience like cadence,

I simply articulated it, I translated it

Have I not convaded correctly enough?

Long wolf, have you not being friendly enough?

Or have you been called into what we call self sabotage,

Cause you didn’t feel ready enough

It’s never been the inability to lead

What’s your foundation ?

What do you believe?

If you don’t look up to you, why would we?

They don’t call it the rose out of the sand for nothing

If not yourself… you are going to have your face into something.

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