“Fire walk”

“Honey this ain’t no easy access”

So, now I got a point to prove; my right of passage

Not an artists until you can write something other than all that sad shit

See, give me an idea and I can portray it

Don’t use all the literary devices so they don’t get the message

Cuz a REAL artist don’t just write when they’re bored

Or when their heart is breaking cuz their situation-ships are unsure

So because I don’t write like you

Now, I got a point to prove

Because how are you a writer

But you ain’t never wrote no haiku

Can’t use an allegory cuz you ain’t never read the Bible

Don’t know iambic pentameter so how you a rapper?

Art not not just about writing what’s in your soul

But using your pen as a tool and taking control

But if you don’t start from passion

How do you really know?

Cuz I have talent, hidden deep within

Like the caterpillar that transformed to a butterfly after growing within

Was always destined to be a butterfly

Everyone could see it in her eyes

But cuz her mouth was to shy to open up and let her fly

She had to stay in her cocoon a little longer

Learn the lesson again, make her stronger

Cuz she don’t let the world tell her when she’s ready

Now her wings are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen

And she earned it.

And that big lesson, I think she finally learned it.