A.R.T

What I am before you is a master piece,
A canvas already finished,
a box already diminished,
because the label on the side of it read artistic.

Let's listen-
listen to the rhymes I spit,
this stuff called rap and Hip-Hop-
The correct word?
Poetry-
with some music underscoring' it,
Just enough to make it fit-
Poetry in motion!
Listen to the vibrating sounds of strings and instruments.
the Music- hypnotizing us
the Words- brain washing us
The world- flip floppin' us
because every decade has a genre,
a style,
a fashion,
and a swag,
that brings us so much closer to the core of it all.
My method is simply ART.

Now sit back and watch-
Watch me perform,
the stars on the screen,
the actors on the stage,
all tryna convey a message through ART.
Because the ultimate goal is to spark the minds of humanity-
give them a piece of me,
only to have them wanting more.
If you're sitting down,
I want you to get up and MOVE!
Move your paint brush across the canvas,
your body across the space,
your mind to explore,
your imagination to soar,
move yourself to think outside the box and demand that you want more!

I want you to create!
Pull out a sheet of paper and begin to write away,
 turn up the music and dance the space,
get out your camera and snap some pics,
get on stage and perform a skit,
go to the studio and create some beats,
make the audience take their seats.

Tell them to Listen, Watch, Move, and Create!
Demand more from life and set the record straight!
It's no coincedence,
Can't be a mistake,
that ART is my method.
ART is my trade.
ART is my destiny.
ART is my fate.
Art is something that I have that no one can take.
Because ART is simply me.