People say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind. That i see things that I'm delusional seeing illustrations. Rotations of faces and places. Phoenix rising from the ashes. Splashes fragments of time, pieced together by this rhyme. Rhythm driven since i was about 7. Music the vibration that moves my soul. Goals hopes and dreams so distant now. Hope self-belief and heeling the cracks of my fate. I hope it's not to late. To late to see another way, start every day as as a new day. Sway from feeling numb to becoming complete. Sometimes i can't stop moving my feet or my hands for that matter. Scatter the ashes for all to see a parade of my shame and grief. Disbelief and doubt is all i have ever none. But now you see the mist will clear and fear i once felt that was delt to me by so many others. Brothers, Mothers, Lovers and Sisters have all made me suffer. But now I'm choosing to let go, to follow my own path . Aftermath pick up the pieces. Seeing the creases unleashed from my skin. Skinny Minny they would chant at me little did they know it would i mean it could or should affect my livelihood.