The Recipe

If you can feel what I feel then I'll put my heart up for rental
Otherwise I'll keep letting my feelings go through a pencil
What I write, to me, is essential life to me is a stencil
Already etched out for me to use. My way of art is somewhat whimsical
And at times temperamental but never does it hender my mental
But influence it; every page written keeps proving it
Damn Jza', how do you do this shit?......
I simply engage the gift that God sent me with age
Mixed with plenty of rage, the times I was tempted to fade
With a hint of a grenade, then taste
Season it with hope, add a cup of wisdom with the love that's been done
What have you created? The best of me
And the notebook is the rest of me
The pencil is the heart of it all and as I live, it will never fall ......