I know some didn’t believe ,
only my paper won’t leave .
I know I made myself an episode you already seen
And still I’m keen .
I’m on a different season ,
And for that I have reasons.
I know no everybody likes to pick lines of a nobody
But the truth is I’m somebody

It’s only couple hours from making a big move ,
From these that wrote to the streets groove .
Not like all the claudines,
In these lines I find my javelines,
Through the heart they mend a soul broken .
To the head ,they wake a solo cressfallen .
I’m okay when I write with thee I’ve been through ,
As it brings me the ‘O big motivation though .

It’s me ,the kind who jot nothing nothing down ,
As I’m possesed like a clown .
I don’t do practice when I cast ,
It’s in my blood and I’m fast .
I’m just a picture in a shoot ,
That does not fit at any caption yet, But I’m cool .