My Life Is Like A Mixtape

[Verse]
The alarm clock sounds as the sun beams through the square glass to the side of me
Tempted to press that large rectangular button called snooze but I refuse to lose any daylight that God has provided me
Due to the fact that my mind is a train
And I've never worked on a railroad but I have tracks to lay
So I pack away
And head to a small room filled with all tunes that are smothered by words nouns and verbs
That to one mind can sound absurd but to another it can calm the nerves
So I write down a verse in a poetic rhyme and rhythm that my mind has given
My pen as the predator and my pad is the victim
Some say I'm sick and if music is it than I've caught all the symptoms
As the instruments pound through the speakers I either ignite the ether or I rewrite what the inside of these eyes and my mind features
Once my satisfaction is complete I proceed to make use of my feet towards the east side of the room in the corner
There stands a device I nicknamed the mic a friend that listens each night and though he can't speak or breathe he seems to be able to seek and see the peace and let me know every things goin' to be right
Once the record is finished so is my mission pack up the equipment and back to the kitchen to whip up a dinner for my 2 beautiful sons
And listen it doesn't matter my condition or however long the distance I vow to be in their vision until my funeral comes
So after we feast I cleanse off the vegetables and meat from their teeth and bathe from their hair to the toenails on their feet then head to the sheets and lay our heads to rest in peace
Drift in to a bliss in my mind since now that's done
My life is like a mixtape and this was track one