"PASS TIME"

The first thing that comes to mind
As I often try to pass time is how come I ain't signed?
What is it that other "artists" possess
That allows them to surpass actual talent to make them the best?
It's funny when people see me as a rapper
And under the false pretenses and sudden perceptions
That the colors that I am dressed in
Represents the sets that I am reppin'
Or how in one's mind, a diamond-studded Jesus piece
Is a symbol of achievement and wealth
When the chain that drapes me defines
that I'm a slave to the grind
While my poetic and prolific lyrics engraved in rhyme
Give new meaning to the ink
every time history is written
In quotables that I pass down like family heirlooms
Trying to carry on tradition every time a pen is in my hand
It's like the torch is in good hands
but the road to the finish line feels longer and longer
And the stress gets stronger and stronger
And it's real clear I have no idea to where it is
I'm actually trying to go....

It's a path less taken these days
Wondering when that opportunity is going to fulfill
Hoping, praying on bended knee, with folded hands
and squinting eyes, envisioning new sights
new places, and new people
But the moment I open them, I come to only know
that I was dreaming....

And so I stick to this pen and pad
In one day in twisting and turning my dreams
into realizations kicking the habit of fantasizing
to the background...

'Cause only at the forefront do I allow my dreams
to manifest, to where in my mind I am a star
and you all gather around me trying to form constellations

To where I'm the king summoning the next wack rapper
to the guillotines...

Off with their heads and swag....fags...

See it's just another example of me reciting words
that formulate sentences that are meant to demonstrate
the creativity that this so-called art form has lacked in
the last decade, unless the title of your work are as follows...

WRITTEN IN BLOOD 1, 2, AND 3....and maybe the Blueprint....and..
maybe the College Dropout...and maybe Get Rich or Die Tryin'...
YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM TRYNA SAY.....

So here I lay...in my train of thought...
While Hi-Tek provides the backdrops for Talib Kweli
to kick those eternal reflections....and the first
thing...that comes to mind...as I'm tryna pass time...
....is that if I ain't signed.....
...then what can I say in my rhymes...
that ya'll haven't heard already????....