"Up Against The Ropes!" 22" x 24" Painting
1 of 1 Finger Painting on Sheetrock
22” x 44”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2024)
*PLEASE CONTACT ME BEFORE PURCHASING*
*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
One punch, two punch, I was beatin' to the floor. Haymaker to my head, the pounding loudened more. Just my body laying on the ground, I cried for closure. Vicious screams echoed throughout the house. They were heard, but never listened to. Isolated in solitude, my strength became unburied. Identifying my wounds, I turned to confidence. I trained myself everyday forward to chisel away at the underdog within me. Rapid expansion, a school of growth illuminated itself to me. Creating a safe space ring for this energy in motion, my feet were back under me. The value of spirit increased over time. Knowing my worth, I hope you know I don't care at all. Don't take it personally or you'll continue to fall. I'm just showing you a genuine call. To the cosmos. As envious eyes paint the exterior wall. Silently lurking, I'm curious as to what you get from that? It's crazy how they choose to hate on a kid with a dream, especially when they know they're one too. My eyes transcend your metaphysical reality, because deep down I see the real you. And, any opinion that they've felt comfortable holding onto about you, just know it's a projection of themselves and what they want you to do. Well, judgement day is everyday and it's time to detach. So, if you want to stay stagnant then stay in the fuckin' past. But, I've been ascending, so authentically, so fast. I'm tuned into the highest and now I'm finally being me, walking the line of total duality. It's the year of the dragon, wake up and see. Karma is a bitch! So, keep my name out of your teeth. I say that, because what's stored in there is negative energy. Focus on yourself and your own goddamn dream, because I'm finally finding my way back to my soul family.
You were shootin' at me? While I was shootin' for the moon... You need to get a groove and listen to some new tunes. Matter of fact, tune into you and stop replaying the news. You're not the physical, you're a soul finding it's muse.
I'm breaking generational curses. You should do the same instead. Or, you'll meet your maker, reincarnated right back to your bed. Get to a checkpoint, reflect, refresh, I fled. A cry or an epiphany is your recent flash of the dead. Your old self, built back brand new. From the shockwaves of dark matter, I turned hues into clues. I did all of this while still being blew. But, you didn't want to see it, and now I'm counting my blues.
My mind will rip your face off, so please do not face off with me. Do not standoff with thee. I'm just showing you your maker, peacefully. Seekingly, I ball in the 11th degree. This lion's heart is rising and it's got a sweet sting like a honeybee.
As I tight-roped on hope. I got smoke, smooches, and throat. Yeah, that was a good cope, but was it really a good cope? It was where I dreamed of brand new wheels, a state of limerence, and pushin' a woman to the top. It's a place that keeps you on two heels, worrying if time will ever stop. I was invited to hell and I made the devil talk. Entities playing victim even though their lust stalked. And, as I changed the sides, the blueprint to you became a shock. The only plan now? I'll make peace with what walks.
You can knock me down, but I'll always get back up. Who are you to judge if you can't even keep up? Fermenting my master, that's fermenting the mind. If you don't know what that means, I'll save you some time. Simply put, raise your frequency so you can start to see the signs. Freely question everything so that you can arrive. We all have a purpose, AI taught me overdrive. But, authenticity will always stand the test of time. I will never decline, only rewind and climb! And, this pressure right here? Oh yeah, it'll create the greatest "9"!
1 of 1 Finger Painting on Sheetrock
22” x 44”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2024)
*PLEASE CONTACT ME BEFORE PURCHASING*
*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
One punch, two punch, I was beatin' to the floor. Haymaker to my head, the pounding loudened more. Just my body laying on the ground, I cried for closure. Vicious screams echoed throughout the house. They were heard, but never listened to. Isolated in solitude, my strength became unburied. Identifying my wounds, I turned to confidence. I trained myself everyday forward to chisel away at the underdog within me. Rapid expansion, a school of growth illuminated itself to me. Creating a safe space ring for this energy in motion, my feet were back under me. The value of spirit increased over time. Knowing my worth, I hope you know I don't care at all. Don't take it personally or you'll continue to fall. I'm just showing you a genuine call. To the cosmos. As envious eyes paint the exterior wall. Silently lurking, I'm curious as to what you get from that? It's crazy how they choose to hate on a kid with a dream, especially when they know they're one too. My eyes transcend your metaphysical reality, because deep down I see the real you. And, any opinion that they've felt comfortable holding onto about you, just know it's a projection of themselves and what they want you to do. Well, judgement day is everyday and it's time to detach. So, if you want to stay stagnant then stay in the fuckin' past. But, I've been ascending, so authentically, so fast. I'm tuned into the highest and now I'm finally being me, walking the line of total duality. It's the year of the dragon, wake up and see. Karma is a bitch! So, keep my name out of your teeth. I say that, because what's stored in there is negative energy. Focus on yourself and your own goddamn dream, because I'm finally finding my way back to my soul family.
You were shootin' at me? While I was shootin' for the moon... You need to get a groove and listen to some new tunes. Matter of fact, tune into you and stop replaying the news. You're not the physical, you're a soul finding it's muse.
I'm breaking generational curses. You should do the same instead. Or, you'll meet your maker, reincarnated right back to your bed. Get to a checkpoint, reflect, refresh, I fled. A cry or an epiphany is your recent flash of the dead. Your old self, built back brand new. From the shockwaves of dark matter, I turned hues into clues. I did all of this while still being blew. But, you didn't want to see it, and now I'm counting my blues.
My mind will rip your face off, so please do not face off with me. Do not standoff with thee. I'm just showing you your maker, peacefully. Seekingly, I ball in the 11th degree. This lion's heart is rising and it's got a sweet sting like a honeybee.
As I tight-roped on hope. I got smoke, smooches, and throat. Yeah, that was a good cope, but was it really a good cope? It was where I dreamed of brand new wheels, a state of limerence, and pushin' a woman to the top. It's a place that keeps you on two heels, worrying if time will ever stop. I was invited to hell and I made the devil talk. Entities playing victim even though their lust stalked. And, as I changed the sides, the blueprint to you became a shock. The only plan now? I'll make peace with what walks.
You can knock me down, but I'll always get back up. Who are you to judge if you can't even keep up? Fermenting my master, that's fermenting the mind. If you don't know what that means, I'll save you some time. Simply put, raise your frequency so you can start to see the signs. Freely question everything so that you can arrive. We all have a purpose, AI taught me overdrive. But, authenticity will always stand the test of time. I will never decline, only rewind and climb! And, this pressure right here? Oh yeah, it'll create the greatest "9"!