On June 9th, 1998 a boy was born dead, ironically I state. There was a cord wrapped around his throat and, with no air, he  almost died before he lived. Life is not fair. Luckily, they part the sea and with perseverance and strife, the little boy who close to death was finally brought back to life. He was brought into the world catastrophically, which will lead into his life lived so awesomely.

He was in awe of some things that he faced.  Racism and submissiveness made him feel like a disgrace. He’d be walking on the street, eyes of authorities meet and instantly, he must admit defeat. Or, more further on, he was weak to love, but facaded so strong. At a point, continuation seemed so futile. But, he continued with his act only to smile. He had two smiles. One was put on for his appearance, to add to his quality of talent and coherence. He wanted people to love him so he feels love. Lying was the best attribute a real bluff. He had another smile to look at life at it bestest, as he secretly devises up an exit. Escaping the stagnancy of his placement, was the greatest fuel for his creation.

He began to see. He began to hear. The obscure world that consumed him, was now very clear. As every stimuli glided across his eyes, he outlined the details of the world by putting words in the sky. He put them on the street, on a beat, in a book and on walls to avoid stagnancy and upon that, he learned many truths. In these line of rhymes that defy time, he presents his efforts to avoid stagnancy to you.