Art On Sleeve

Art on Sleeve Dim lights, dark nights, Poetic Art-types All rights reserved, all mics deserve to share These rare words, but they’re barely heard Success is blurred, I guess it’s a test, a lesson learned Crash and burn, come to terms or toss and turn The cost to earn, might cost the cost of urn Loss confirmed, along with my worst concerns Then I retreat, meditate, sync with beat Add to sheet, speech with layered degrees Shared beliefs, between each line, which leaves Room to Breathe, a rune that can rule or lead You foolln’ me, I’d have to be a fool indeed Pool end deep, count wool sheep, then sleep Skin Deep, open eyes like 10 Bass T Piece of the pie, three ways like Count Bass D ‘Electronic Energy…’ gets me charged for free Can’t part the sea, but I can put my art on sleeve Yeah, This is art on sleeve… In Full Effect, stepped in a pool of sweat but cool is kept Ready to access the threat Challenge met, leave no room for regret Balance set, power shift, then forgive and forget Live and let live, is the view in my lens Here’s a bouquet of flowers, the scent of your sins Pure gems that shine when the light refracts I might retract a statement or it might be back It might be black, it might be white, if might be fact It might react despite all the numbing acts Summon, funky drummer, time to bring em back To bang on tracks, so I can get the weight off back Like Aaron Nevill,. I’m tired, said pot to kettle Praise due to all the children who meddle I walk through a meadow, ignoring any brick that’s yellow Can’t trick this fellow, naw, y’all ain’t my level It’s ‘Word Power’, now or never, heard to the 3rd power Shared trauma brings drama, word to amateur hour Break the cycle, yeah,’ Here’s An Idea’ Let fear disappear, prepare for the when, why, where Patience is clearly needed cause the work is severe My purpose is clear, plus, I’m known to persevere Purchased shares in company, the kind that’s rare My currency was kindness, time, and care Paid the fare, then made aware, life ain’t fair You like that there? fine, here’s some more despair The more the merrier…that’s an oxymoron More important it’s an excerpt of the oath of sworn on Night to morning I write, trying to fight off yawning The life I’m longing captured in the words I’m spawning Mix a Spoon of Iodine with The Future Sound The Threat of Rashinel Eyecue, and ‘The Future’s Now’