Up In The Air

                     Up In The Air

I’m not supposed to be regular.
These bars my calling, composing them in my cell-ular. Ironic cause I’m on airplane mode. A double entendre, you probably didn’t hear that though. I’m just getting started, I don’t know where I’ll go. This verse is in the air. These words won’t disappear. My right airpod is tripping, need to purchase a new pair. What’s this about? The purpose is the question. This is a lyrical movie, I’m just searching for direction. That’s a microcosm...
on airplane mode but the mic is calling. A lack of focus has always been my biggest writing problem. Success and happiness, I’ll find a way to have it all. Time to lock in because I think I feel the Adderall.

Took a chance and took a flight. Wasn’t sure I booked it right. Left and I’m not looking back. Now I only look to write. 2020 approaching the vision’s clearing up. I once wrote vulnerable verses bout being scared to love.
But let me not get ahead of myself, mom said be clear and concise to make my messages felt. It’s like my rhymes are in a million places. Gift and a curse the way my mind moves at a million paces.
Shaun Cena, the way I wrestle my thoughts. Ironic that SwaggySpeaks became my best way to talk. Can you hear me clearly? Or am I off track and steering weirdly? Am I developing a point that isn’t there in theory? Searching for the answers, when I talk to God my prayers are queries.

Took a chance and took a flight, wasn’t sure I booked it right. Left and I’m not looking back, now I only look to write.

I’m terrified of reality, I find my dreams safer. Make the most of this moment I might not see later. Crazy how we’re closer to 30 than being teenagers. Time flies, I’m on a plane trying to keep up. You may not understand but as I explain can you think of-
My perspective. Now just imagine that your mind’s a weapon. Trapped in your head cause you’re not pursuing the right profession. The constant firing without proper aim can be quite depressing.
My passions bring me peace I’ve gotta protect. If I don’t do this now I fear I’ll live a life of regret. Lyrical artillery, I write and fire turrets. I’m trying my best. I’d rather be inspired than stressed. Soon they’ll ask for my autograph as a sign of respect. For now I’ll verify the checks, cause I’m not signing them yet. But in due time, through a few rhymes, they’ll see I blew minds. A diamond in the rough, gotta blow up so I pursue mines. Entendre disguised as bad grammar. I’m trying to paint the perfect picture, must have a bad camera. Had to book my tickets last minute cause I’m a bad planner.
A train of thought that I’ll just take where my pen goes. I’m always in the bank, just the wrong side of the window. Too extra to be ordinary. It’s more than scary, yet I feel safe taking a leap of faith because my floor is sturdy. I thank God I got my foot in the door. I copped my ticket to the game but now I’m looking to score.

The Soil’s Rose in the Concrete Jungle. On a mission to eradicate all these struggles. To let my petals bloom, I have to give them better room. The opportunity in front of me is incredible. I’d be remiss to let it become another thing I never do. Speaking of Rose, bumping Noelle’s EP.  9 years later, Sincerely proud of how well she sings.

Manifesting meditation through the melodies. The intro reinforcing my mantra that this is meant to be. Don’t want to spend my prime years waiting for 6:00. For now I’m facing my fears, til I punch a different clock. Can’t get complacent right here, I’d probably miss a lot. Almost had my vision blocked but I’ll be glad I didn’t stop.
And I just landed at LaGuardia from Florida. If you don’t stop yourself from shooting your shot, who’s really guarding ya? Lightly contested; I write you this message to say give me a minute, watch me change my life in a second. Destined to shine, I’m well aware this light is a blessing. Life has been testing, am I the one who’s writing the questions?