Life is where I receive my inspiration.
I start with an entire block and inspire a nation.
At a young age I started receiving standing ovations.
Shooting under par but constant underrated.
I find my placement by exploring like Lewis and Clark.
If there is 25 lighters on the dresser, I snatch one and I spark.
This form of art, I dissect it and put it back together piece by piece and part by part.
My horizon stretches like elastic, drastic material; igniting the heart via the earlobe.
I stroll like morning walks.
I talk a talk, walk the walk and then walk off.
My inspirational, motivational, verbally orgasmic spasms disperse like patters of a kaleidoscopes.
Higher than a weed smokers 1st, 2nd, and 3rd toke.
I am that crack distributed out of the back of the project traps,
AKA this negro been dope.
I am, cooler than windy city breezes, please believe that it is Steven.
I am, playing fair with no worries or care and I'll bless you when you are sneezing.
My style is athletic hoodstars hoppin' fences.
Dropping astounding nouns, pronouns, adjectives and metaphorical sentences,
I am into this.
Never prostituting my life.
My wife is nice and she communicates on contact. On sight.
But as this fight starts to become more beautiful.
The smart may turn stupid and the stupid may turn into intellectuals.
This is 6 Degrees of Separation connected with 3rd World nations and poverty lines.
Human minds, trafficked like rush hour traffic lines.
There is no need for wrapping mine like a Christmas Gift.
The poetry makes love to the elements 7 day/week.
Giving it a sweet mistle toe Christmas kiss.
This is my love while I am awake and while I am asleep.
And if anybody ever tried to take this from me, they'd be living a lie.
Hiding behind a disguise and claiming that they know me.
I live by the motto of actions is empowered by words.
So if you say that you do what I do, it's best that you just show me.
When I say this is my inspiration I mean:
I am ready to battle like blazing saddles and I hope everyone has chosen their ammo.
I am in the forest in cammos ready to rattle and tattle.
Gatherin' up brain matter like protons and neutrons to atoms.
I hear many say that I opposites attract but sometimes that does not matter.
I feel like America is not yet the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Our minds are enslaved and the road of awareness and creativity must be repaved.
Because people walk around like they are scatter-brained and untamed.
Unknowledgeable to these systematic gymnastics that reveal the same.
What's my name? Fox! You can spell that with three letters.
I've never mettled with a Henrietta, Rosetta or Violetta.
I am a go-getter. A trend setter raised in the suburbs and the ghetto.
The telekinetic rhymes, often times are purely hypothetical.
I am electromagnetic, apologetic. Never sorrowful or horrible.
I am multi-national. Marketable with no obstacles.
I have developmental fundamentals in my mind-brain epicenter.
You could call this experimental, very essential, potent potential.
Often by big words are obsurd I just use hem to my ability.
Those not feeling me can close their eyes and picture me in serenity.
Without surrounds obscenities. I am tranquilly peaceful with an entity of amenities.
Incidentally, this would be instrumental without a beat.
Shoes are bare without your feel.
Spices are no good without the meat.
And winning is nothing without defeat.
But to these words I am, like black folk to watermelon
And you can ask any "Mary-Ellen" I am thorough like the Straight of Magellan.
