30 years deep into the game I find myself with the task of writing a 16 bar verse about the past. It's an absurd challenge yet one that demands the expression of a few key events, the consideration of a few key people, the sharing of a couple of lessons learnt plus the obvious confessions that apply to all of us. This is what I came up with. Dedicated to everyone.
I can't big up my father enough for all of the love he gave me and my brother
it must've been tougher than I could've imagined a man having lost the woman he loves
plus his sons Paul & Simon, screaming, crying, trying to find the meaning
behind the seasons, cycles, leaves that fall, the people dying
eyes wide open - holding on to hope I picked up the microphone,
trying to focus on writing my rhymes not supersizing fries and cokes
my mind was spoken - of broken bones and liars that they vote in
advertisers, occupiers plus these rising tides we float it
- I'm writing my notes and typing up quotes, creating a vision, beleiving
we need to lead by listening, synergy being the key to achieving
our dreams of freedom, being the difference that we are wishing to see
then weaving the you and the me into one, the 'we' we need to keep proceeding
- I've hurt those closest, made mistakes and held regrets
oppressed, coerced and chose to betray the verse they burnt into my flesh
I guess I'm - a person posing the question, asking, hoping to learn to progress
taking action, reflecting on practice so a new world manifests.
I.D.ENTITY
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