By Petit Monstre

Odyssey of the artist, a blank canvas is where you started

picked up a pen and the begin was actually the end of the old you,

dearly departed.

Now we have gathered here today not to lay rest to the soul but to set it free, strap on your seatbelt, things might get a lil unsettling.

Meddling in the affairs of the heart, effigies always rough when you start but just keep on moving,

hammer and chisel to chin and keep on smoothing,

oozing self love at every turn,

perusing creative outlets like

shopping racks at the outlets

I’m outset to find my place, run my race, make my pace

cuz what Nipsey say?

Oh yeah it’s a Marathon my G,

so keep it P, practice on patience like a physician,

the mission of a magician is always alchemy,

doubt in me is always coupled with suspense,

it’s tense but with the flick of the wrist I’m John wick with any writing utense and since dirt gets washed away in the rinse,

sometimes you gotta give up some coins for change like cents.

Stand on bidness.

Matter fact pitch a tent!

And with no remorse.

You gotta look within and understand. You the source!

So never let them dim the divine light. My voice carry for miles never needed the 5 mics.

So hold tight.

Martin said he had a Dream.

Kendrick said we’ll be Alright.

And they both right…

Journey