Don't loose sight of yourself in the storm of life"
I picked my pen with a heavy heart and began to write
For a brother told me the other day to just give it up
When I tried to explain my point of view, he told me to shut up
And my hands were shaking, body temperature rising
Cause one on one, I knew I'll Woop him, ain't no debating
Because the person closest to me now, on him got a crush
So I siphon the burning rage inside of me back to a hush
And like a wise man, or a weak man, or a stupid man, I walk away
I let my mind travel to forget the insult, all the way to Zimbabwe
But then his words start sinking in, eyes blinking, mind thinking
What am I doing? Penning thoughts when the world is caving in
"Don't loose sight of yourself in the storm of life"
And I feel like tattooing it upon my skin with a knife
I am rich, and if you can't reach me you're poverty stricken
Stepping off with faith, like the movie with the little chicken
Memories, and ideas, I do this for me before anything else
It's the good thing I know, mixed in pleasure and pain like sex
I know the truth, or something close to something like it
So If moments are currencies, forever is my salary, I'll never quit
Accepted, by the year three thousand and five I'll be long gone
If one of my sentences makes it to a song, it'll be a new dawn
Then I didn't loose sight of myself in the storm of life
God knows I spent it wisely, mind, pains, tears, time, on rhyme.
