they say that music is a reflection of the heart yeah and my soul is entrenched into the arts there so regardless of my rhyme schemes or flow for this record i take the lessons from my life and write life with this second its so simple but its hard for me to understand plans that are beyond my comprehension my mom used to love the fact that i played on the keys but the second the piano spoke life and became my degree it had to stop why because it didn t fit right count the endless nights where the whole dream was a fist fight enticed by the immigrant mindset it s sick ridiculous beats that i played stayed in my mind state intrinsically and then the passion became my whole symphony i felt the words lift off and became hymns to me and so i patiently paint pain on my page of beats pacing back and forth while this whole port wrestles by the sea they say that music s a gateway to the soul when i remove any blocks that ll chop me down i blossom with benevolence i could sit here for hours paint the whole town from my window oldies on blast with a gold jam that ll spin slow i bump that nujabes jazz hop til infinity until my interest it enters into the energy integrated with matrix slated tasted so fragrantly in the face of tazor razor blading until it s safe to see or maybe just to breathe i often ponder on pour sales artistically it doesn t register steer clear of the talented right into the vandalists stay paid for the damages what i guess my mindstates irrational i thought heart was needed and real art was the natural course and then the flavors would pour out with my brothers i love my sisters this whole piece is a picture they say that music s a large part of our lives survival of the fittest when i get pushed into the brim of my existence intrinsic alone when its me i and my headphones i take trips where i grip on when i tread low i see the medicine labeled on it is heaven sent thinking back on my genesis slipping back on the elements of what is comfortable growing up feeling negligence papa would strive for excellence artists were always prevalent and so i learned what was taught inside of illmatic a pen as an automatic with portraits as painted classics i had to begin the story of an immigrant asian american intelligent aided but ain t it so relevant i mean im sick of performance when i ve earned the proper letter grade traded my ocean of affection pouring out of me how do i hide this side of me patiently walking quietly baby i feel you mightily