I’m lying here, trying to keep my fingers busy
Analyzing what to write, getting a little dizzy
Been known in the past to go through periods of blocks
And what comes with that are big breaks and stops
So I’m free-associating my thoughts, going to break through the box
“When you force it, the reader can tell”
But this ain’t for you, it’s for me so what the hell
Don’t have anything profound to say, what a shame
That I feel like I can only write when I can put you on game
Attitude like that comes from years of chasing fame
Have me thinking that I’m some kind of lame
Quality valued over reps, like I don’t have to practice or tame
Learn to value myself and any product will be the same
Just an expression of myself and freedom at best
Take the expectations out back, Old Yeller, put it to rest
Because when it’s all said and done this is the test
Take it easy, hang loose, all in good jest
Don’t worry too much about what will be
And only then will you see, that you can be free
Not by another man, his money, actions, or word
Not by defeating foes through combat and sword
But by learning to celebrate what you do
Even when it’s meaningless, if you love it, it’s serving you
The Beacon Beats 