In the deepest of thought, where the sacred lies, A journey unfolds, beneath the mind's skies. Not a quest for gold, worthy prize, But a search for truth, beyond the wise. Holy Grail, not of the spilled blood, but of enlightenmen, A path of struggle, resilience, and refinement. Through the darkest thoughts, intricate and vast, Seeking answers to questions, long asked. But there's no answer to all of this, It's just me here noone in the mind to be. They look worried that I'm about to kill myself, but I'm reborn here and my story dwells. Holy Grail, in the mind's sacred space, A journey not of distance, but of inner grace. Through shadows and light, in the mental palace, We seek the Grail, our soul's tide chalice. Winding through the corridors of consciousness, Finding rhyme in reason, clarity in the mess. Echoes of ancient wisdom, freedom, in the modern guise, Revealing truths, hidden from the unwise. In every thought, a step closer to divine, The mundane and the sacred mind. A freestyle flow, like a river course, Driven by an unseen, guiding force. Holy Grail, in the mind's sacred space, A voyage of discovery, uncharted pace. Through the mists of doubt, to the peaks of belief, In pursuit of the Grail, our soul's relief. No beef just a story to believe. This odyssey, more than just a mind's tale, An expedition in search of the Holy Grail. In the silence, listen, the universe speaks, In every answer found, the seeker peeks. A mosaic of rhymes, unique of sounds, The rhythm of words, profound truths abound. I found out that the Holy Grail is in the depths of the mind's sea, A quest for what lies beyond, what could it be? Through tempests of doubt, and calm of clarity, We sail towards the Grail, our destiny rarity. So we freestyle through life, in search of Grail, Every verse a clue, in every rhyme a trail. Seeking the Grail, a truth of its own kind. In the crucible of thoughts, dreams are forged, Past the mirage of fears, doubts are gorged. Every step taken, a verse in the saga we write, In the vast of consciousness. Fire in the lungs, igniting words like sparks, dark. On this quest for the Grail, leaving incredible marks. Fire in the lungs, igniting words like sparks, dark. On this quest for the Grail, leaving incredible marks. Fire in the lungs, igniting words like sparks, dark. On this quest for the Grail, leaving incredible marks. Navigating realms of thought, unbound and wide, In the realm of the mind my story finds, it finds you like the truth of abuse, but my soul is clean it cannot be misused, diluted, disputed, the lore, it confuses. Holy Grail, within the mind's deepest veils, Holy Grail, within the mind's deepest wells, wisdom whispers and understanding dwells. Through the gory thoughts, a relentless quest, In pursuit of the Grail, I never rest. Surging forward, like a river relentless, My verses flow, potent and senseless. In the forge of the mind, collide, We shape our destiny, with the Grail as our guide. Through the storm of thoughts, so bright, Guiding us through, like a river relentless, My verses flow, potent and senseless. In the forge of the mind, collide, We shape our destiny, with the Grail as our guide. Surging forward, like a river relentless, My verses flow, potent and senseless. In the forge of the mind, collide, We shape our destiny, with the Grail as our guide. Through the storm of thoughts, so bright, Guiding us through, the darkest of the night. Holy Grail, in the sanctuary of the soul, A journey not outward, but an inward patrol. Through the echoes of silence, in the heart's chamber, We seek the Grail, amidst the mind's amber. Odyssey, a symphony of the mind, uniquely unwined. With every bar dropped, a revelation, In the search for the Grail, a lifelong dedication. In the crucible of creativity, find your worth, Seeking the Holy Grail, across the mind's birth. Holy Grail, within the mind's deepest wells, wisdom whispers and understanding dwells. Through the gory thoughts, a relentless quest, In pursuit of the Grail, I never rest. Holy Grail, within the mind's deepest wells, wisdom whispers and understanding dwells. Through the gory thoughts, a relentless quest, In pursuit of the Grail, I never rest.

Guns, fire, guns fire, bullets in the air, Hustle in the streets, it's a jungle out there. Smoke clouds, traffic lights, life's a gamble, roll the dice, Living fast, no looking back, in the shadows, we attack. Walk the block, feel the tension, every corner, apprehension, Life's lessons, harsh confessions, streets whisper, silent questions. Cash flows, but at what cost? In the games, many lost, Dreams sold, lives frost, paying dues, heavy cross. But in the dreams, concrete skies, hidden truths, whispered lies, The city cries, under the smoke, ambition dies. But in the dreams, concrete skies, hidden truths, whispered lies, The city cries, under the smoke, ambition dies. Hustle hard, the creed we follow, hollow tips, the pills we swallow, Tomorrow's sorrow, today we borrow, in the street's shadow, we wallow. Weed smoke, mirrors and fumes, in the alleys, danger looms, Fast lives in small rooms. Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our fight, battle with words Lost souls in the night, chasing shadows, out of sight. Life's a stage, we play our part, in the street's art, with the impart, Each start's a new dart, in the heart of the dark. In the echoes of the shots, in the silence of the plots, In the alleys where we sought, the freedom that we lost. Guns blaze, another phase, in the haze, we gaze, Life's maze, in the many ways, we spend our days, in the lost craze. So we dance with the shadows, in the streets, we battle, With the echoes of the rattles, in the night, we saddle. For the hustle, for the strife, in the pulse of the city life, With every slice, we pay the price, in the dice, our vice, rife. Strikes, the showdown begins, silent prayers, for silent sins, Echoes loud, in the din, the fight for survival, skin to skin. Bullets whisper, death's caress, in the chaos, we confess, Life's a mess, under duress, in the gunfight, we express. Barrels spin, the dance of fate, in the streets, we retaliate, Against the odds, in the gun smoke, we meditate. Trigger's kiss, cold and sure, in the night, I endure, For the pain, there's no cure, in the fight, we're impure. In the follow flash of the muzzle, in the clash, the puzzle, Life hangs on a tussle, in the streets, we hustle. In the flash of the muzzle, in the clash, the puzzle, Life hangs on a tussle, in the streets, we hustle. Gunpowder scent, on the wind it's sent, in the moment, we're spent, In the aftermath, we lament, for the lost, we repent. Steel meets flesh, a deadly serenade, in the silence, a barricade, In the aftermath, the memories fade, but scars, they never degrade. In the echoes of the fight in the steel meets flesh, a deadly serenade, in the silence, a barricade, In the aftermath, the memories fade, but the scars, they never degrade. In the echoes of the fight, in the depth of the night, We seek the light, with all our might. Steel meets flesh, a deadly serenade, in the silence, a barricade, In the aftermath, the memories fade, but the scars, they never degrade. In the echoes of the fight, in the depth of the night. My fists. Guns shot, the bullet hits In the mids of abyss, your eyes roll to my fist. Guns shot, the bullet hits In the mids of abyss, your eyes roll to my fist. Guns shot, the bullet hits In the mids of abyss, your eyes wide open Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our Eyes wide open in the bright light, in the darkness, we fight our fight.

Yo, it's the reign of chaos, Lord Nap in the flesh, Busting through your reality, a fresh mesh of excess. In your living room, I manifest, a guest in distress, Spinning tales of mayhem, no less, in this crazy chess. Look into the abyss, and you'll find me grinning, Dancing with the demons, from the beginning, I'm sinning, heads spinning, In this game of life, pinning, in the world, just a playing, thinning. I'm the storm that's coming, no warning, just drumming, In your nightmares, I'm humming, chaos reigns, no shunning. Lord Nap, the name, in the hall of fame, Bringing the flame, never tame, in this wild game. Crashing your party with a bang, no invite, Turning day into night, every wrong into right. With a flick of the wrist, turning bliss into fight, In the moon's light, I take flight, into a sight of pure fright. In the backseat of your mind, the ride, With the wild tide, in the slide of the divide. In the shadow, I reside, a guide to the other side, L to the O to the R to the D. N. A. P. I'm the Nap who makes you fall asleep. L to the O to the R to the D. N. A. P. I'm the Nap who makes you fall asleep. Cracked pavement underfoot, as I stalk and strangle, Words weave like a noose, subtle, in the urban tangle. So here I stand, Nap, your demand, go to sleep again, With a magic wand in hand, across the land, I command. In the sand, I leave my brand, with the upper hand, From the grandstand, I disband, the mundane, so bland. I’m the glitch in your system, the twist in your plot, In the thick of the mist, where the battle is fought. With a flick and a wristwatch, time stops, then it knots, In the thick of the mist, where the battle is fought. With a flick and a wristwatch, time stops, then it knots, L to the O to the R to the D. N. A. P. I'm the Nap who makes you fall asleep. Cracked pavement underfoot, as I stalk and strangle, Words weave like a noose, subtle, in the urban tangle. A mangle of sounds, a shifty hustle, in the shuffle, Puzzle, I muscle, in the bustle, I rustle. I’m the echo in the alley, the chill down your spine, The shadow that flickers, in the corner of your eye. A whisper in the chaos, where truths and lies shine, In the pulse of the city, I’m the undying time, undying rhyme. Through the smoke, I loom, a specter in the gloom, In the room, where doom blooms, and fates are assumed. With a boom, I consume, dispel the gloom, In the weave of the loom, I’m the impending doom. I’m the crackle in the static, the madness in the attic, The magic, tragic, graphic, in the fabric of the panic. Lord Nap, iconic, phonetic, and chaotic, In the symphonic, I’m hypnotic and toxic. Toxic. Uuuh, toxic. L to the O to the R to the D. N. A. P. I'm the Nap who makes you fall asleep. L to the O to the R to the D. N. A. P. I'm the Nap who makes you fall asleep. Cracked pavement underfoot, as I stalk and strangle, Words weave like a noose, subtle, in the urban tangle. A mangle of sounds, a shifty hustle, in the shuffle, Puzzle, I muscle, in the bustle, I rustle. I’m the echo in the alley, the chill down your spine, The shadow that flickers, in the corner of your eye.

In the dead of the night, under the moon's light, I step into the shadows of the house, the fears take me out. Haunted, on the hill horror, Echoes of the past, spirits bold and cold with sorrow. Walls bleed secrets, floors creak with sin, I walk these haunted halls, feel the darkness within. Ghosts in the mirrors, demons in the dark, My heart beats to the rhythm of terror, stark. I'm in too deep, can't escape the grip, Every step I take, feels like I might slip. Into the abyss I step, the lost souls wail, Trapped in a haunted house, my courage starts to fail. Shadows dance, mocking with sinister grace, I struggle to keep pace. Whispers in the wind, calling out my name, This house ain't just haunted, it's playing a deadly game. I ain't afraid of no ghost, that's what I said, But inside these walls, I'm confronted with dread. Demons laugh as I battle my with fears. Facing my demons, in this haunted space, In the mirror, I barely recognize my own face. Behind me a ghost scary I shake my bones and my soul becomes weary. Lost souls whisper, In this house of horrors, their fates hollow. I'm just a visitor, in their eternal night, I follow. Each step a scary thought, I carry. Scary. As I step out the door, into the break of dawn, The spirits' whispers fade, but their presence ain't gone. Haunted forever, by the night in that house, Where I face the demons, quiet as a mouse. In a dark tale, I laid my fears bare, In a dark tale, I laid my fears bare, In the haunted house on the hill, I faced the nightmare. But just like the God might say, You gotta face your demons, if you wanna find your way. Back on the streets, but the chill lingers on, Memories of that house, living just like a haunting song. Every shadow casts a tale, whisper's a threat, In the shadow of the living, but I ain't free yet. I carry the haunted, the cursed, and the damned, In the beat of the heart, in the palm of my hand. I spit rhymes like exorcisms, casting out my fears, Haunted house behind me, but the echo's what I hear. Demons in my verses, ghosts in my flow, Old-school beat, dark tales I bestow. I tread the fine line between the dark and the light, In this lyrical journey, through the terror of the night. Haunted by the past, but the future, I see, A chance to break free, from what's haunting me. Ain't just about a house, it's about the demons inside, The ones we try to hide, Ain't just about a house, it's about the demons inside, The ones we try to hide, In this dark narrative, I lay my soul bare, Finding solace in the beat, in the midst of despair. So here's to the haunted, to the lost, and the brave, Dancing with their demons, from the cradle to the grave. In a dark hip-hop saga, I found my release, In the haunted tales of terror, I find my peace.

Yeah, we out here, searching for the cure, Hip-hop in our veins, alure and pure. In a world addicted, lost in the noise, We find our salvation, our voice, our poise. In the grip of the streets, shadows fall, I found my escape, my rise after all. Addictions run deep, in the veins of the night, But in the beat, in the rhyme, I found my light. 'Cause when the world spins out of control, Hip-hop's the healer, for the heart and the soul. A beat, a verse, a word so potent, In this life's chaos, in the antidote, the moment. Antidote, in the rhythm we trust, In the face of despair, it's a must. Antidote, where the truth's unspoken, In the beat, we're healed, not broken. Antidote, in the rhythm we trust, In the face of despair, it's a must. From the corners of the block, to the heart of the hood, Hip-hop's more than sound, it's understood. A lifeline thrown, in the darkest times, From the corners of the block, to the heart of the hood, Hip-hop's more than sound, it's understood. A lifeline thrown, in the darkest times, A symphony of hope, in the hardest rhymes. Voice of the voiceless, the strength in weak, In every lyric, it's the peace we seek. A hair balm for the soul, in its purity, In the chaos of life, it's the clarity. Fury. In the cipher, we stand, warriors of the word, Our battles fought not with swords, but with words like a bird. Flying. Trying, in the moment dying. So when you're lost, in the maze, in the fray, Remember the music can show you the way. The antidote's there, So when you're lost, in the maze, in the fray, Remember the music can show you the way. The antidote's there, in the beat, in the flow, Hip-hop's the remedy, so let the pain go. So here's to the beats that save, to the rhymes that heal, To the culture that stands, with unwavering zeal. In a world of addiction, of endless commotion, Hip-hop's our antidote, our devotion. In the word of cipher, where the spirits collide, Found solace in verses, where our truths reside. With every line penned, every beat dropped, Tie a knot, We stitch up our wounds, our pain stopped. This culture, our canvas, our stories painted vivid, In the waves of sound, our sorrows mimic. Antidote, in the rhythm, we find grace, In the heart of the storm, our sacred space. Antidote, with every beat that's woven, In the harmony, our fears are broken. Beneath the surface, where the real battles are fought, In the depths of the rhythm, our peace is sought. The beat's our shield, the rhyme our sword, In the arena of sound, our spirits soared. Through the echoes of alleys, the whispers of streets, In the pulse of the bass, our heartbeat meets. Antidote, in the cadence, we rise, Against the tide of despair, our prize. Antidote, in the verse, we're cloven, In the unity of sound, we're woven. So let the records spin, let the truth be seen and told, In the grooves of the vinyl, our futures unfold. In the wave of the sound, our sanctuary found, In the rhythm and the rhyme, we're profoundly bound. As the beat goes on, our narratives thrive, In the essence of hip-hop, we come alive. A collective pulse, in a world so erratic, In the symphony of streets, we find our magic. Here we stand, in the glow of the moon, Hip-hop, our eternal tune. In the vastness of night, our sound of the ocean, We find in the rhythm, of deepest emotion. So let the records spin, let the truth be seen and told, In the grooves of the vinyl, our futures So let the records spin, let the truth be seen and told, In the grooves of the vinyl, our futures So let the records spin, let the truth be seen and told, In the grooves of the vinyl, our futures So let the records spin, let the truth be seen and told, In the grooves of the vinyl, our futures unfold. In the wave of the sound, our sanctuary found, In the rhythm and the rhyme, we're profoundly bound.

Ta ra ta ta ta ta In the silence of the mind, thoughts unwind, I find the kind of grind that binds the blind. Awake in the dream, nowhere seen, Streams of the supreme, in the R.E.M. the key it seems to be. Between the seams of sleep, secrets we keep, they fall apart. In the deep, where the leap is steep, know the part. Awake, in the reap the wisdom sown, Unknown, I've grown, sitting on the throne alone. With a lullaby I put you in the R.E.M. sleep, where dreams stem, I transcend, apprehend, the world I mend. Awake, I am the architect, the intellect, In the spectrum I reflect, the dissect, the connect. Break a leg. Beneath the veil of night, in the plight of the light, I fight the blight, with insight, taking flight. In the quiet of the soul, I stroll, whole, In the control, I roll, toward the goal, the scroll unrolls. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the wake of the quake, I stake, make no mistake, I partake in the game, the opaque, I break, for my own sake. In the R.E.M., the gem, I condemn, the mayhem, in the diadem, I am the stem. In the clarity of the rarity, I bear the parity, In the serenity of the infinity, I wear the identity. Awake, I see, the key, is the free, I be, In the R.E.M., I flee, to the sea of dreams, of the decree, I start to see. In the age of the screen, where the unseen is seen, Dreams lean, in the mainstream, a theme, A gleam, unseen, in the beam of the day's steam. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant, The seed of what I want, daunt, in the haunt that slant. In the dance of the enlightened trance, I enhance, lance, the chance of the expanse. In the echo of the silent chant, I plant.

Underneath the canopy of night, We used to roam in dreams, side by side. Eclipsed by the shadows, our bond turned to riddles, Lost in the cosmos, like whispers in thistles. But in the struggle, in the strife, We find the essence, the beat of our life. Paths diverged, in the heart, it's inscribed, The journey's worth more than the gold we ascribe. Stars, they shine, in the darkest of night, Guiding us through, the lows and the highs. Friendships forgotten, but not the fights, We're warriors in the struggle, with our eyes on the prize. Life's tides, they rise, they fall, like the moon's face, Memories in the rearview, a disappearing trace. But the fire that once burned, in the alleyways of youth, Still flickers in the heart, with the warmth of truth. Through the chaos, through the noise, We find our rhythm, in our inner voice. In every scar, in every choice, Lies a story, a reason to rejoice. Stars, they glow, with a light from the past, Illuminating futures, vast and vast. Bridges burned, but the lessons last, In the mids of life, we're interlaced, fast. In the silence, in the roar, We find what we've been searching for. A connection, pure and raw, A reminder of who we are, at the core. Like stars, we're scattered, across the sky, Each a story, a reason why. In the turning of the cosmos, we eternally lie, Like stars, we're scattered, across the sky, Each a story, a reason why. In the turning of the cosmos, we eternally lie, Bound by the journey, under the same high. As the seasons turn, from green to gold, We read the stories in the lines, the toads behold. The journey's worth more than the gold we ascribe. Stars, they shine, in the darkest of night, Guiding us through, the lows and the highs. Stars, they shine, in the darkest of night, Guiding us through, the lows and the highs. As the seasons turn, from green to gold, We read the stories in the lines, the tales behold. In the mirror, a journey, in every fold, A testament of the warmth, the fire in the cold. With every sunset, a wisdom gained, In the length of time, our lives are framed. Stars, they age, but still they burn bright, A sign of endurance, through the longest night. And the vigor of the young, in our sight, We navigate the twilight, each, with our inner light. In the echoes of laughter, the silence of tears, Lies the wisdom of years, the overcoming fears. A mosaic of moments, both precious and dear, A river of time, flowing clear. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of leaves, We find the strength to believe, the courage to grieve. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of leaves, We find the strength to believe, the courage to grieve. For in the heart of the old, lies a youthful reprieve, A cycle of life, we interweave. With the weight of years, comes a light of being, A clarity of sight, a depth of seeing. In the fabric of time, we find our meaning, A dance of destiny, ever convening. Like stars, we shine, with a light from within, Illuminated paths, where dreams begin. In the journey of aging, a new chapter to pin. Stars, they shine, in the darkest of night, Guiding us through, the lows and the highs. Stars, they shine, in the darkest of night, Guiding us through, the lows and the highs.

The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones In this life of twists and turns, sometimes it burns, Seeking real friends, in the journey as the world spins, Hard to discern, who's there to stay, who's there to learn, My trust, I yearn, for those who stand by, as the tides turn. Real friends, where you at? I thought you were all dead. In the darkest hours, not just when the pop tags, Through the highs and lows, need you in the mess. Real friends, stand the test, in this life's complex syntax. Seen faces come and go, like seasons in the metro, Promises like echoes, fade away, too shallow, But in the heart of battle, I see who's there to paddle, Together in the storm, not just in the meadow. Real friends, rare gems, in the life's mayhem, Not just in the anthem, but when the night stem, In the silence, in the clamor, when the lights dim, Real friends, the true team. It's not about the numbers, or the names in your phone, It's about those who remember you, when you're alone, Those who stand by you, when your cover's blown, Real friends, the true gold, in the life's tone. So here's to the ones, who've been there since day one, Through the pain, through the rain, the loss, and the won, To those who've seen my flaws, yet never shun, Real friends, my backbone, till my days are done. Like stars in the night's canvas, Guiding through the darkness, in this life's madness, With you, I stand tall, face the world's harshness, The Real Ones, you're here in my darkness. In this rap, I encapsulate, celebrate, and appreciate, The real, who've been there, through every debate, To the real friends, this is more than just a serenade, It's a tribute, to the bond, that time can never degrade. In the echo of the city, in the whispers of the gritty, I found my committee, real friends, not just the needy, They saw beyond the facade, the superficial city, Stood by me, in my quest, in the quest for authenticity. Friends the anchor, in life's relentless sea, In the uproar, in the silence, where you're meant to be, Not just for the applause, or the spree, But in the realness, in the rawness, we're free. Through the laughter and the tears, through the years, Real friends, like a medicine, easing fears, In the journey of life, as the destination nears, Through the laughter and the tears, through the years, Real friends, like a medicine, easing fears, In the journey of life, as the destination nears, Through the laughter and the tears, through the years, Real friends, like a medicine, easing fears, In the journey of life, as the destination nears, Through the laughter and the tears, through the years, Real friends, like a medicine, easing fears, In the journey of life, as the destination nears, They're the melody, in the chaos, that the heart hears. Not just in the sun, but in the rain, In the joy, in the pain, in the loss, in the gain, Through the real, through the fake, through the sane, Friends, in this tapestry, the strongest chain. It's in the silence, in the roar, in the mundane, in the lore, Real friends, the essence, that I adore, In the journey of life, as we explore, It's the real friends, that I look for, more and more. So here's a shoutout, to those who really care, Who, in your darkest hour, are always there, With a listening ear, and a heart to share, Real friends, in this life, are truly rare. To my real friends, this rap, a testament, a flare, In the highs, in the lows, I know you're there, In this unpredictable life, it's you who dare, To stand by me, the real friends, beyond compare. The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones The real ones

Ya Ya Ya Life's a canvas, paint it bold, every color's a story told, Miracles in every fold, unfolding like the tales of old. Breathin' in the morning gold, feel the warmth, break the cold, Every day's a gift, behold, life's a treasure chest open. The life is a token. Sunrise, a fiery embrace, kisses the earth, a loving trace, Moments, like lace, interwoven in time and space. Gratitude's the bass, vibin' in a human race, Findin' peace in the chase, every challenge we face. Miracles, in the everyday, look around, they're on display, Life, a masterpiece, no replay, come what may. From the stars to the clay, it's a journey, not afraid, Miracles, they light the way, Miracles, they light the way. Streets whisper stories, every corner's a beat, Life's melodies, sweet, movin' under our feet. In the heart's discreet, love and pain and meet, Miracles in the greet, in the smiles we greet. They repeat. Raindrops like jewels, nature's own bling, Turnin' the mundane, into an exquisite thing. From the birds that sing, to the joy they bring, Life's a miracle, in the simplest wing. Miracles, in the whispers of the night, in the dawn's first light, In the stars of the fight, in the heights we might. From the darkest blight, to the brightest sight, Miracles, in the love that holds us tight. In the laughter of a child, in the wild, unreconciled, In every mile, every trial, every style compiled. In the tears we flowed. Underneath the city lights, miracles in plain sights, In the rights, the plights, the human rights, flights. In the art that incites, in the unity that unties, The debates and the city's cites, in the days and the nights. Every breath a miracle, empirical, In the lyrical, the spiritual, the moments spherical. Life's a miracle, every dream empirical, In the lyrical, the spiritual, the moments spherical. Life's not a clerical, but deeply mystical, So here's to life, in all its forms, in the calms and the storms, In the norms, the reforms, in the multi-forms. Miracles, from the sun that warms to the rain that transforms, In everything that conforms and everything that outperforms. Life's a beauty adorns, from the night until the morns, Miracles, in every breath, in every thorn, in every horn. I'm reborn.