9 - Balancing Act

moving on, ain’t no traveling back

designed as precise as I can and exact

so every rhyme that I lay on a track

depicts a particular balancing act

cash assets and the toll that they’re taking

as a matter of course in the making

and the time they subtract from the act of creating

a world of our divine shaping

choose the role of consumer

or hold true to toil for the art and the heart that enfolds you

you can say that I phrase it in stark contrast for dramatic effect

but i’m long past the point where I take your wack projections

you know damn well your own reflection is present and accounted for

and the sound’s hardcore

its a tour de force – can’t be found in stores

gonna pound the floor a step at a time

keep chipping away – got a mountain to climb

heartache becomes anger

wants to fight to take control of the mic and take its time in the light

defocus to hexes in bokeh

won’t hang back to hear what the soul say

now that’s what I call a battle rhyme

wack emcees better practice their pantomime

slice and dice mics with knife blades

hold em aloft, admire the lightplay

turn on a dime – search for the right phrase

further along the day on the highway

Super Soul and the vanishing point

roll up a album like i’m passing a joint

and if you dig it then connect to your friends

cause I ain’t trying to wind up in dead ends

flame on the skillet and it’s burning blue

times is ill, but I still got work to do

you get the point like a spear tip

y’all hear this – the groove game is straight peerless

late afternoon

still riding another ribbon of road to the horizon

all y’all flyweights, get some rest

y’all can’t gyrate to heavyweight flex

won’t click through when I’m sending these links

passing up water for energy drinks

lace up the themes like a novelist does

grace the six string with the Monolith Fuzz

through this – move this selection

keep the bass live – acoustic reflections

make headway through the red clay – terracotta

press play – sonic inamorata

dancing smoke in light of late day

hit the gas and pass through the gateway

see the cracked earth, it’s sunbaked now

imagine that thirst, I wanna break ground

sow seeds of peace and I wonder

did Coltrane learn to summon the thunder?

on my mind like Diamond beats – time and heat

Sniff n the Tears, “Driver’s Seat”

a hybrid strain – repeated refrain

bringing the rain to Kapiti Plain

a boundless rhyme to sound the cry

demanding water from the cloudless sky

when I send songs, here and then gone

let your head nod – you know the blend’s on

in the head role – getting set so

all that’s left is just to let go