Inspiration sweats, My mind is ready set
Body goes, music flows, lyrics in my chest

Are coming up I de-congest, I need to decompress
The pressure change is so insane it’s squeezing out the breath

Some say bleeding is the test, to leading the contest
I fall back and meditate, believe in the process

There’s no reason for the stress, passion does the rest,
People change and seasons pass, no destiny is set

We got free will till death, not sure what’s coming next
So I pick my path upon this earth a little speck

Of universal dust, yes I’m rolling with the self trust,
Self-awareness, consciousness, the usual suspects

Intelligence and substance, the balance brother’s function
I play my position so consistent as I focus

That’s part of why I wrote this, these poems swarm like locusts
And plague my mind, seeking out divine styles I chose to

Write, sick sentences, with ill penmanship
Sentencing myself to a life of self-censorship

3rd Phloor expressionist, far from the best in this,
lineage of twisting linguistics with messages

Sent to just vent a bit, verbally sturdy spit
Words & ideas that show worthiness

Wordsmith a form of nerdiness I been friendly with
Sometimes feels strenuous but I got to work through the writer’s block

To enter this, state of mind and make a difference with
The efforts that we put forth, we all significant

Whether you an emcee, a DJ or producer,
Graf writer, B-boy or B-girl getting loose to

The sound of hip hop or maybe you are just a fan,
We all a part of this culture and it’s in demand

So take a stand and stand for something in this life,
I stand for family, Balance Brothers, and this mic