Iconoclast strum emotional riffs, personal tangents drifting to represent,
Thoughts sifting thru debris, hoping to ease heads on brain-freeze
Invitations to quote, my scope in hopes of removing blemishes insight
Seemingly a spotlight rapture, beating high hats over low brow rumbles
Humble is the heart that stops to convey the capture of ether.....
Knowing that seeing my swag will make most believe in my truths....
Precipitation of snaps and nods at their very own roots, as proof...
Like all movements for self improvement, must resound underground
Voices silenced for moments unending as the eyes hear and hearts understand...
This is my dream, to perform everyday on a stage never far away as the very next page....