Dope..

I'm never trying to be hard

Just emotionally scared

But many poets showed me

How dope I can be

It must of been around spring of 94

2pac opened an inner door

Showing me I had some gifts

No one can take it from me

Or lay claim to my lifes degrees

So young and many angels to see

Education left with a path of plea

Walk tall and be as dope as can be

Honesty in your heart will keep you free

So I'll try not to let it go to my head

My inner success that shows the best

Not to intimidate or be stood on

But be a leaf that's part of a branch

Rooted deep is the dope that won't choke

If you let the inner voice be your hope

Carried by rhythm of lifes internal float

You find the rhymes from spirits above

As poetry transfers the essence of all my blood, passing a timeless message of...

Look no further than the dope hands I've got

We are all but vibrations and my thoughts start it off... 

Some say I'm still a dream but I know I'm not the only one

Good artist borrow but great artists steal

Absorb what is useful, regard was not but add essential your own

The reason for life was to find our gift, the purpose was to give it away