the rhythm of my soul can vary,

depends upon the note you carry,

come to me with inspiration,

and i'll provide my compensation,

i'll show you all my bags of tricks,

and keep you all up in the mix,

don't question authenticity,

just serious mutiplicity,

what you'll question in my eyes,

i, myself can not surmise,

just ride it like a wave and see,

my spirit when its feeling free,

there's never any ill pretense,

nor mechanisms of defense,

just a masquerade i play,

when life is fading into gray,

all my pain I will assuage,

by dreaming up a little stage,

and when i'm in my finest hour,

my spirit blooms just like a flower,

My rhymes are here to celebrate,

and rid my head of harsh debate.