*Scene 1: "While YOU Were Sleeping"
...At the height of the night is when starkest visions come to the brightest light in my mind. Itz when I see the future the clearest. No clouds. No disturbance. Like...
"total...weightlessness."
If the air lifted from your consciousness...what would you see? What would you hold on to? And what would you let go?
At times...I complete my thoughts before they ever really spark in my mind. Itz kinda like being born, without ever really entering the mother's womb. When it happens.........a lotta times I have to snatch those thoughts back. Not because they're bad thoughts. But for the simple fact that - sometimes, they need to be revised, revamped & rehearsed before being released.
"The sky is falling
While you were sleeping...I was cultivating beats in my mind. As a rapper...you would think, I'm speaking about beats for songs or for lyrics. No. I'm talking about the beats of my heart. The beats and rhythms to what my life is supposed to be vs. where my life currently stands. Am I Happy in my current state of existing? Well........yeah. I'm happy to be alive. To have the ability to to TRY to better myself as a person...as a father. As an artist. But ultimately, a person can only be as happy as their heart & mind allow them to be. You're only as happy as your surroundings dictate. If you AIN'T happy with the surroundings, you can either work at making them better...or you simply need to change them.
(Thas a poignant message to self)
I'm on the pursuit of happiness......and no, everything AIN'T gonna always be gold...
"Mr. MesCudi"
...but, while you were sleeping, I dreamed of sum shit while I was awake, writing the words to sum melodies in my mind - that quite literally, can move mountains. The kinda shit that'll make grown ass men - tear the fuck up, while sitting alone in the dark...hearing my voice. The kinda shit women just might fall in love with me for......becuz I simply had the gall, the balls and the strength to ACTUALLY say it in a song. While YOU were sleeping...I transformed back into the poet I've always been......and constructed rhythmic prose that would make, one, William Shakespeare, flip in his grave (bones). The kinda poetry, rich with metaphorical meaning and thick with the thoughts of a man who may know too much...and yet...
"doesn't know enough."
While Y'ALL were sleeping, I was awake wondering, just how much longer my ascension to the masses would take...
"RISE"
...as I hear the voices of characters I have created on blank pages (sometimes...it spawns from Y'ALLS voices). The characters I pray you will see one day on the screen.......and then commit their lines to memory in your random quotes. I do not sleep during the day...nor do I sleep at night. The underdog never sleeps. He simply lurks in the shadows of the night...waiting for the moment they leave the door ajar.
And then..................................................BOOM!
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Mo.Jey...
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
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