Always lost, destiny is to be a vagabond, traveling, feeding imagination, transcending to a small audience, Paint my colors and spread my content. Foot on ground and posted, Earphones equipped with beats that makes my brain go elsewhere, I prepare my words and what I been meaning to say, No gift of Gab though. With a camera, I...take the pics, risk, smoke my shit, and chill. As life continues, I wonder why on a whole 'nother level, everything, anything, just stare and observe. Ponderment and wonderment, details. Important in a sense, I sense art on things that don't matter, to me and you, splatter my thoughts, And everything makes sense when you look at the past, so no blame on anything, no hate, because it's just another Why in my book, shooked and spooked about the vast possibilities. And I'd never be too sad about life and what this b**ch throws, 'least I got one, gone with the complaints, and change the situation, & keep it one hunnit. Yea, at times I'd vent, regrets on meants, but mostly smilin' at spents and makin' cents, laughing at the past because that's all I intend to do with it, no cries, because it's another Why, Bye to it and holla at the Future, feel me? On that note, me, myself, and I - self centered, can't help it, but I split it, my life of course, with peeps that stay-Gold, Rush in California, where it's at? Longing for a breathe of fresh air, and a someone that can complete my pair, it's only fair that I care, I swear too, because that's pretty Rare. With it, with the Friends and family, only people I know. Everyone else I don't, but I'd love to, give me time, and energy and I'll throw a smile from a mile away, okay. Find a spot to kick it and watch, just watch life.
