I’ve been here for so long
that my shadow left an imprint on the wall
from the same place where I cast it every day until dawn
from the same chair, I’m writing the same song
and I wrote all night
But I erased all of it cause all of it was wrong
And they say that as the day is long
I’m honest
and I promised myself that I would never belong
to no man or place
neither time nor space -
no case can contain me
or tame me
I’m the one who makes it great
This room was dead before it let me in
and many men -
many many many men
have came and went
with pain and sweat
looking at the sky with tired eyes
We’re screaming at the sun and we’re begging for time
Yes, I am counted among them
I’m one of them
and we all want the same thing, and that thing being -
that my rhymes went the hardest
my ideas went the farthest
when I die I’m not forgotten ...
and they’ll call me an artist
This place giveth and it