Yes, another throwback poem. It's Tuesday and I've been working on shooting and editing videos. Hope y'all dig this.
The future looks brighter, gotta cop me some blinders. Ray Charles to the bullshit, lost in my thoughts, free fallin’ from it all. One day I’ll get me a Grammy, yell out to all my family, we made it through the hurricane, now we sippin’ Champagne. Sober Life campaign, but who can turn down a glass when you lady of the hour. None feelin’ better when you countin’ dollars, and they all makin’ sense. When you look back at where you been, and where you goin’, no red light but the fast lane. When people scream your name in anticipation. When your name makes an entrance before you arrive to your destination. When they speak of greats and your picture right next to Malcolm X, behind Garvey, and left of Nzinga. When you know who you are and make everyone else a believer. I am the next to take over, grab your binoculars and pay attention. I’m comin’ up from the horizon. Veni Vidi Vici, no mercy, no hostages.