Open Mic: A Different Perspective

 

Listen while I describe the birth of a passion
The growth of a rapper as he nurtures his talent
Started years before rhyming words was the fashion
Witnessing his rise as im submerged in the action
Surrounded by doubt, so few knew that he'd shine
As he desired and admired all the beauty of rhyme
As if cupid reminds him of his love for the art
Arrow aimed at his chest and it discovered his heart
Afffection turns to addiction as he gets better with time
Confined, writing rhymes with the pen in his mind
On collision course with greatness, no forks in the road
No brakes, just accelerates at all of his goals
Made a choice to seperate him apart from the youngest
Be the hardest amongst us or an artist of substance?
Became the latter cause the first he regards as a fungus
His destination is success with no car or a compass
Just a pen and a pad cause they're far from redundant
Hard to shine in a time when there's stars in abundance
But if you look he will appear as he's leadin' an Era
A genius, it's no suprise when I reveal it's Calibra
You see to me, the task of eclipsin' the rest is...
Elementary, now it seems all the kids have accepted
That im greater, sarcasm? Not a hint is detected
Never thought descriptive finesse'd get this impressive
Breaking down all the reasons why my scripts are respected
So I had to look at life from a different perspective!