Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye?
Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was?
Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts.
The limits down here are not as high as the sky.
We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you!
The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world.
Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at.
Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can’t harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for.
A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap.
Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me.
Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me.
GOOD OR BAD
I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key.
God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility.
Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember.
I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you.
I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe.
Now aint that some shit!
That’s how I will be remembered!