Zenith

Digging in the winze of my soul/
Searching zeniths for wisdom of gold/
Endless in retention for those who chose this rigorous road/
Studying written codes, chiseled in stone/
Translating the ancient language of progression on a vestige of hope/

No rest/
Forever woke to pain recessing our growth/
Broke and vain, scoping vessels of change/
Using the bulb of intuition, never dull to the intricate/
I was once told, living for riches is like fishing for bones/

I'd rather gift a loan/
Lift prone folks who've given up, from restrictive lows/
Where foes mirror your trust/
And ya best man'll wish you in tux, with the lid shut/
Friends, become gluts on this mission for bucks/

I sense fulfillment real men get from building, in my inner zeal/
Not yet revealed in my current appeal/
Seeding a field of dreams my children will till/
I'm time, blind to rhymes my pen finds in the lines to this film/

Just hope the reel aligns with something real once it's complete, and we're free/
Hopefully it'll be something to see/
Rewind days déjà-vu replays/
Paving the way for see-through streets to be under my feet/

Instead of concrete/
Graffitied with memories forgotten, and gentrified property on top of them/
Keeping us high, but we just tryna rise/
I'm plotting to fly/
Like rocking mall island ice, the way I'm dropping them gems/