Right Before Six

I decided I'd go in again with the pen. Write something beyond no one's comprehension, as long as your imagination's involved. Because my thoughts are birthed from wild dreams that I thought were so real. At least...When I sleep. Those nights when I dreamed of things crafted so beautifully? The women, I mean. So perfectly scripted in my dreams. But in reality, it seemed I could only imagine those Queens. But it seems that my mind has scripted a beautiful human being. At least when he's thinking, awake without dreams. When's he breathing and reaching for something else, when's he's high and his mind's too wavy to touch. He's a mind-blowing Force like Yoda in the clutch...Against such weaker men. Beautifully scripted again? With a pen, at least? When he writes it, he reaches deep in and finds ways to transcend emotions so entrenched within all of us? The deepest and truest ones, sadness and grief to smiles or love? Somewhere in between, you get caught in lust? For more? Of his stories, I mean...The ones that are birthed from his dreams of aspiring? To be the greatest artist to breathe? At least a consideration, but at least everyone will read...And that's the greatest to me.
Right before six, I continued on like it was still my 1st, well it is August right? But I'll fight cause I'm more starved then thirsty...The only then to satisfy my appetite is to write like it's the last thing I can do. Like it's the only thing I can do...Continue to live my dream. Right before six, I continued on like it was nothing but a new month...August that is, I was born on the 6th...
N u know we gonna partttyyy....N bullshit like Biggie said. Yep, there's NY in him. Damn, man Mr. Solo aka King? The one who was born on the 6th of August? He goes hard, there's no stopping him.
R. $olo....I don't do it for the bucks.