Reflection

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Artist: RPB
Album: 
Song:   Reflection
Typed by: angryj@tripadelic.com

[Angry J]
I couldn't express myself when I was lad
but now that i'm grown i talk directly to my pad
with my verbal expressions now movements of a pen
packed with the political power of a march of a million men

I can save my rhymes for ages as I cross this urban wasteland
When I reach the place I'm going you can tell i'm not the same man
My mind process has changed the fabric of my being
I can't express in words all the vibes that I be feeling

It's 7:06 as i roll out of my bed
I can almost hear them building up the roof over my head
the lids not so much a shelter as the top of a cage
trying to tell me that my knowledge is just words on a page

They take my life experience to make me a case study
it's just about enough to make a young emcee go nutty
I'm not even a person just a stat or target market
still I'll grab your creative fuse and with my lyrics try and spark it.

[Boofunk]
aiyyo, check the rhyme with the rhythm/
use the funky track to expand on my position/
the goal here is to achieve a certain state of mind/
knowledge peace and wisdom for the rest of mankind/

meditate and contemplate to maintain my vision/
fluctuate my styles like light through a prism/
keep your mind open as you journey life's roads/
appreciate the past while you learn what the future holds/

i concentrate to elaborate on my fate/
but such a task is reserved for the irate/
and all i can do is hope to learn to tolerate/
no respect, for those who underestimate/

cause we've been great since Angry J made Fake Friends/
but like they say, everything must have an end/
and even though i accept the actualities/
i've come to see that self knowledge lies in memories/

[Wizard]
As I sit on this couch and rack my brain
on this beautiful day with a lack of rain
I think about rhymes and rhyme about times
both past and present that have helped to shape
me into a man not just some ape

Sure I need advice on how to live my life
and how to move on when I'm faced with strife
for i'm bursting, from the seams
trying to express just how to seems

All anyone ever wants is to be understood
ironic how we're all misunderstood
but it's all good when we're in the hood
Once a year we all return to great times
Year in year out we're far from mimes
especially J bizzle the man who's never quiet
when he's around he's always a riot.