"I could call myself a jack of all trades but that would require trading for Daniel who's jack showed in threes. Blurred in vision like the king that wanted him burning in a furnace only to be shocked by what he ended up seeing. Seeing as though I'm not one to brag I'm just gonna upend economics through jacking with every place I swim. Liquid gold are my thoughts that produce fluid verses that commit my words to writing under the influence. That's Jack Daniels that causes confusion to an amateur consumer who gulps every sign but staggers in my penman's inquest. Confused it seems, seems to be what others would feel when I complete a boast with some subtle kindness. Kindly give up because this is an intellectual stick-up, so I'm not gonna ask to see hands up coz my confidence is full, hands down. I'm done for now with messing with the softness of the cushion of life's conveniences that make morons out of jacks that trade only in words without wisdom. I'll call it how I see it, Wale, Kendrick, Lupe, and maybe just a few new others would even come close to the level of Hip Hop's greatness. Lately the game has many cats feeling tardy so they spring forth to the mic but catch it in winter, frozen. And often the competition is reduced to one hits with knockouts for those that chase fame and not fortune. A career gangster the emblem of a fall back plan that involves the slow decline of one's income that is forced to revolve around costumes. Swag on fool with jacking with only one side of a dream only to wake up with the nightmare of responsibilities and other mental tortures. I jack with many and trade with few because I'm frugal with verbs, careful not to exhaust myself by simply chasing. Obviously I won't catch all but the many I jack with I know I have my all invested so I beg to differ from the ones that see Hip and just start pacing. Sheep, nah, Shepherd, maybe, so excuse me for the wool that I put on for this stage because I know after a fall, its for winter's taking. I'm Ishmael and if its Jack, I'm trading."
I'm sorry mama for anything I have ever said that you never taught me. You see, its just that I thought I could speak bravely like you always did and achieve half of what you always did to experience the happiness that you often brought me. Told me to pursue the better angel inside me but I found myself entertaining a devil that spoke wildly and lead to moments that embroiled me. Mama, I know you know me better than I know myself so please ask the person you know to show you the pride that I had began soiling. Spoiling the years and hours of labor you went through in the faith of the goodness in the man that you never got a chance of showing me. Maybe its because I find myself asking more questions that I stop at nothing more than an endless search of empty verbs that have no answers when it could be just your words I need to scold me. Tell me stop mama and I will because your will was greater than I even when I was too timid to look you in the eye for interrupting my bad moves before they happened coz you were an all knowing. If at all I know this I would say he would have greeted me with a limit of a man that had a career intended to enforce limits so my endless emotions would have met its match rather than have myself scorn me. Rejecting myself mama is rejecting you so I'm sorry for not adopting your toughness because this devil would have long caught its wooping or been afraid if it fought me. I heard your nickname was General so I'm calling on my General to march down here and order her soldiers for the mother of all battles that simply involves me. I win mama, and its your win mama because to solve this calls for the career soldier and the character soldier that made me with the intention of, I could care less, only that you thought me. Mama, I know you hear me so as you read this in the silence of our communication please tell him I said there's a new soldier at war and if need be, deploy reinforcement because I'm ready to face this whatever has caught me.