A poet sits on a bench and he writes his poem (captain of the poets)
Watch me grab my patterns of thought In permanent ink on slabs of bark A train riding through the middle of your mind Planted down in my spinal tappin your body Mappin with vinyl life (turntables) illuminate (the finer things) spinnin underground casin Things will never just be the same old thing Forever revolutionizing the scene, a poet You know it, when i flow it get your action on appeal (like a top quarterback) Attend your line with a hard ass mind and a hype that's Rhyme Feel me, writing the book of my life With a bypass surgical heart implant Where the art is kept Swept, get, past the front door Where the mass minister, sinister Never that priest, east to west we blast and meet ya With hands to me to expand the legacy That will hype and chill where the gates at It's amazing to elevate, allocate, final truncate With the feature to play back
My fate chose to follow me this far A shadow came with every step as life revealed the dark A guardian, a hell's angel, tested my fate And they be, unsure of every move that i would make And i ignore, sometimes listen On every mission we explore, the outs and ins Just like sailors on the shore A poet riding the wave of metaphors Stop to dock by the bay and write an editorial Life wasn't easy, tribe unique we are soul survivors I done seen things, eyes of a deep sea diver Mister mystery missin a word to describe, i'm Sittin patiently waitin for earth to enlighten my My destiny inspired every quote It met me at this crossroad just tryin to let me know It's more to grow Mean what i said in chan eleven flow And always check for signals, internet has the info
(captain of the poets)
Maybe the legacy i-n check Will be the impression i leave on the people who listen to music i make Take it or leave it believe it or not Got my man on the side to prove this point Forges strong in the family tree Roots are stronger than enemy's hate So relate to me if you can't Pledge your thoughts in a garden with freedom of speech To each his own, metrinome Childrens grow to know the world Even home with the young mind Looking for answers in the truth My music will guide you through time Used to be that kid on the bench in the park writin to figure out life Now i'm a man on the mic who's doin his mark, thinking of kids and a wife It's important to me to know my days on earth mean something more Than a couple songs i made that played in basement stereos galore Aerial views of crews i knew and memory bank that hourglass Thinking of lessons learned as tables turned another hour pass Legacy's left while pen strokes enlightenment from a future class So many young and talented broke livin l.a. life with a bus pass Travelling to the open mic spots anywhere they can bust at
(captain of the poets)
It's hard to keep the peace without dealing with the war It's hard to feel you've got it all when you can get more But just think back, way back when when you had none And wanted some, and we were hungry as they come Just dumb and young, and young and dumb and we had fun In lemmard park, and harvard park and leffard park Specific start, was 84 i was only nine Been writin rhymes and in these times eligh I see why people quit, they don't see the benefits Only in it to get rich, hit it big or forfeit And off course is the politics Collegeship went on the back burner Didn't get a scholarship even though i was a fast learner Searchin for the undisputed truth Experience, i've had more data for the proof And here he is just have again, back in the loot Buried in the books but he's weary of their roots