Shanghai Restoration Project

So
Tell me
How does one ascend
Toward the heavens?
What if we fall?
If I'm an inch away from slippin'
Is there no hope at all?
If there's a chance I'm falling off
Then there's a chance I'm holding on
I'm reppin' each and every day
Y'all can stay on call
I swear to God
If I never get to ball
If they pay me no regard
I'mma march on 'till I am departed
Words: I make a mark with
Remarks of an artist
Never stop evolving;
They didn't know Charles
'Till he evolved
Into Darwin
But
I'm confessin'
That at times
I need directions
I ain't talkin' bout a Garmin;
Hardly
I guess an old school of thought
And a new point of view brought
Us back to where we started:

When everyone would feel so right
How could it be wrong if it feels so right?
They're like
"Damn, young man!
The flow's kinda nice!"
Skills' still raw
And I'm feelin' kinda ripe

So
For me
There ain't no time to think twice
Cause I'm aiming at the top
Like clocks at midnight
And if you want
Go ahead!
Cut off the lights
Leave me with a beat
I'mma be alright

So
I put my phone on silent
Get into my zone
Hear the tones;
So vibrant
I put my other plans on hold
I gotta look for my pen
Find a clean slate
And a quiet place
Where I can vent
No next of kin;
So it's just us
It and me against the odds
Only God we trust
My pen was
Deemed to be the key
To my dreams;
To open new doors
Please lead me to a stream
Of conscious flow
I'll write a rhythmic tide
If you could point me to success
Within the simplest rhyme
I'll get the world on its side
When it's all alone
To pick it up
It'll find a home
And I know
Nowadays they don't even know its strength
Undermine its worth and turn their backs away
But one day I'll make 'em all think
That no one's blood is thicker than a scholar's ink

They used to tell me that
"Everyone feels, so write!"
Then, how could it be wrong
If it feels so right?
They're like, "damn, young man!
The flow's kinda nice!"
Skills' still raw and I'm feelin' kinda ripe

So
For me
There ain't no time to think twice
Cause I'm aiming at the top
Like clocks at midnight
And if you want
Go ahead!
Cut off the lights
Leave me with a beat
I'mma be alright

So, now every time I feel, that's when I write. And, now I'm askin', "How could it be wrong if it feels so right? When they're like, “Damn yo, the flow's kinda nice!" I know I'm not raw but I think I'm kinda ripe

So, for me this ain't the time to think twice cause I'm aiming at the top, like clocks at midnight. And if you want, go ahead cut off the lights. Leave me with a beat, I'mma be alright

Shanghai Restoration Project

Jéssica Córes