A Tree (rooted) Lyrics

Face my fear like a tree in the wind

Though the leaves may shake

And the limbs may sway until they break

The roots and the trunk will hold strong

Can't stop now. I go young King Kong

Hate on my pace, but I'm a sing my song

The whistle in my words won't let me chill too long

How it stirs up my nerves. The thrill of the observable

The land listens and I'm glad

Cuz I've told the grass more shit than anyone

Come undone for none

Who's got the right to stop the sun from burn-un

Un concerning. Fake extra syllable sting

Life and styles is turning

I feel like so much more than just a social mechanism

Sing

Who know the story of the flow that killed the gun

The thoughts behind the words that put the trigger man on stun

A bigger man might've a run, but poetry was more natural

While knowingly facing death was a Satchel Paige

Just another pitch for the beauty of the moment

Made the master do his sagely thing. Grabbed the gun

The shooter got away

To this day he can't remember what he said

My canvas calibrated to the I in I

I create without a why sometimes

Magic plays through me Jabbar 85

Lucky Like scribe pride of the NinJah tribe

What up? Synthesizing what I feel and bring

Feel the wind under my prayers and wings

A middle finger up to all ya'll rings, plus the one ring to rule them all

The long lost sandman stringing the dreamscape for fates sake

Just a piano and drum kick apart

In and out of bars like the town drunken Monkey-Fist

Full of dollars. Spirit calls fall out my breath

I request in my thoughts so it directs all my steps

Oddest part of the Odyssey's swallowing no regrets

Emptiness on a quest. Young man go inner autotelic

Push it from ya heart so you can say it with your chest

In the mirror let the champion reflect

Blood sweat lubricating the love stress

The address of death is a surprise to da GPS

Cruizin 80 Bambi tried to fade me

Missed her with a hard left

One of those times even right was just a guess

I guess I'm blessed I'm not a wreck

And there's balance in appreciating now vs the next step

Where I've met my best is where I found my tests

Clarity I carefully collect

Dissect direction

Integrate with my conceptions

Where's the lesson? Where's the lesson

Makes up the most of my confessions

Imminent falls with no protection

As if get up is a question, but what if it is

Limitless options

But to give up is closest thing to a coffin

Take a rib. My art is often why I live

Even if its just for the next second

Who know the story of the flow that killed the gun

The thoughts behind the words that put the trigger man on stun

A bigger man might've a run, but poetry was more natural

While knowingly facing death was a Satchel Paige

Just another pitch for the beauty of the moment

Made the master do his sagely thing. Grabbed the gun

The shooter got away

To this day he can't remember what he said