Whatever The Weather
Gonna rhyme whatever the weather. Me and rap can’t be severed. Without poetic expression, I tend to get restless. It’s how I defend against depression. Music’s improving every session. Penmanship’s my obsession, I like rhyming in succession. Sometimes, the sun’s shining. Other times, the weather’s wetter. My mind survives by writing then vocalising with intention. At times, my mind’s a hostile climate, but that means I have more to tell you. Thunder and lightning under certain lighting prepares and helps me with inventions. It’s like my pen’s a handheld Tesla coil. I enjoy toying with letters. Brainstorming about my brain’s storm. Can’t escape when it’s in the shelter. Only choice is to attempt to use the storm to fuel my efforts. Gotta rhyme ‘cause otherwise I won’t have a method to direct them. Mental state is always changing. Can’t expect it to stay the same forever. Like weather, head doesn’t maintain stasis. Trying to make it’s a futile endeavour. I get discouraged when failing, but inspiration helps me get up. Every day I don’t cave in’s training that’s making me better. When judgement’s clouded by doubt I tend to fail to remember how much that I’ve strengthened compared to before the present. It’s all about my outlook, it’s all about my perception. Pain’s innate, must embrace the rain and learn to live without umbrellas. Want the strength to survive hell (hail) ‘cause I recognise life’s rarely heaven. Wanna be able to keep it together whether life’s pleasant or unpleasant. Can’t keep sentiments locked forever in noggin’s cellar, gotta share them. It’d be a shame if my flames never saw the light of day before death comes. Some days it takes a day to make a song, on others, brain’s a desert. In order to make it rain, I have to lower atmospheric pressure. That’s when thoughts run more like water and head’s content is more like a melon. Of rhymes, I can devise a plethora when I let go of my mind’s stressors. It gets chaotic inside the storm. However, if I find the centre, I’m then able to make assessments via inspection and reflection. Whatever my environment throws my way, I’ll maintain faith and won’t let up. Written, now delivered a long-winded way of saying I must stay relentless.
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Gonna rhyme whatever the weather. Me and rap can’t be severed. Without poetic expression, I tend to get restless. It’s how I defend against depression. Music’s improving every session. Penmanship’s my obsession, I like rhyming in succession. Sometimes, the sun’s shining. Other times, the weather’s wetter. My mind survives by writing then vocalising with intention. At times, my mind’s a hostile climate, but that means I have more to tell you. Thunder and lightning under certain lighting prepares and helps me with inventions. It’s like my pen’s a handheld Tesla coil. I enjoy toying with letters. Brainstorming about my brain’s storm. Can’t escape when it’s in the shelter. Only choice is to attempt to use the storm to fuel my efforts. Gotta rhyme ‘cause otherwise I won’t have a method to direct them. Mental state is always changing. Can’t expect it to stay the same forever. Like weather, head doesn’t maintain stasis. Trying to make it’s a futile endeavour. I get discouraged when failing, but inspiration helps me get up. Every day I don’t cave in’s training that’s making me better. When judgement’s clouded by doubt I tend to fail to remember how much that I’ve strengthened compared to before the present. It’s all about my outlook, it’s all about my perception. Pain’s innate, must embrace the rain and learn to live without umbrellas. Want the strength to survive hell (hail) ‘cause I recognise life’s rarely heaven. Wanna be able to keep it together whether life’s pleasant or unpleasant. Can’t keep sentiments locked forever in noggin’s cellar, gotta share them. It’d be a shame if my flames never saw the light of day before death comes. Some days it takes a day to make a song, on others, brain’s a desert. In order to make it rain, I have to lower atmospheric pressure. That’s when thoughts run more like water and head’s content is more like a melon. Of rhymes, I can devise a plethora when I let go of my mind’s stressors. It gets chaotic inside the storm. However, if I find the centre, I’m then able to make assessments via inspection and reflection. Whatever my environment throws my way, I’ll maintain faith and won’t let up. Written, now delivered a long-winded way of saying I must stay relentless.
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