I’m not an artist but I wouldn’t mind spitting poetry over a beat, have my spoken words played through radio stations on repeat; thinking out loud. I’ll take ownership of all my words, magician with the verbs productive little nerd. Call me what you want, because I called my future, took my mask off saw into the future. Constructing rhymes to pass the time and never work a day, hope the universe keeps me from going astray. Forever humble, if the industry is like a lion’s den I’m ready to rumble. You won’t hear me mumble I’ll stand tall and let my voice be heard, stay in my lane as I spring to fame, playing this game, I’ll never change my mentality not for all the riches of society. I know where I’m at and where I’ve been, happy to say I’m living my dream.
-D. Edwards | www.pain2poetry.com