Navigating middle age while being haunted by a centuries-old muse is difficult in a literal world. As time progresses, you watch your peers leave the cypher and set up the rest of their lives...out of the spotlight.
Creating art every day is a burden to personal growth, at times. You must compromise and be responsible for your own safety & security. A new regimen of time management is essential.
The upside of this adjustment from creative to responsible has an upside...a new community of peers that also possess the gift of talent while managing mortgage, marriage & merriment. In a moment of Astral reflection, I jump outta my skin, turn around, look at my self and pen this rhyme.
I feel blessed to have been inspired many other "Hip Hop Survivors". Every now and then, I get to collaborate with one...like The Real DMT.
His razzle-dazzle, native-tongue style is reminiscent of other rappers on my G.O.A.T. list, a fraternity reserved by expert wordsmiths of literary might & humorous magic (Rakim, Nas, Tribe Called Quest, Eminem, Chuck D.)
The Real DMT made my list.
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