Came out of rusty bars, with nothing but black stripes on me.
I walk down the street alone, seeing everyone else with no stripes on.
Their stares pierced through my innocence, as if my sins were still fresh for years.
But someone held my head high, gave me a identity, purpose and forgiveness.
He gave me a second chance, even when everyone else can't.
I walk down the street not alone, but with someone who filled me with hope.

I wait for the inspiration to strike.
For the lightning bolt to hit me,
for that satisfying boom of thunder
to be the music in my enlightened mind.
But it doesn't come.

Day after day, I sit idly
and wait.
As other crackling lights fill the streets,
I am stationary as ever.
"It will arrive," I say, "When the time is right."
But it doesn't come.

Dawn turns to day, day turns to dusk.
Twilight seeps into the once bright sky
And I know
My time is coming to an end.

But still, inspiration evades my waiting mind.

And then, as the soft light of the stars flicker into view,
Something finally comes.
I stand up and look around, the profound realization lighting my fading sun.
There never was and will never be
a thunder god out there to help me.

Because I am Thor.
The inspirer,
the creator
of my own lightning strikes.

I smile, contented,
but still, I know
I will never create that shock of energy,
that blinding light
or world-changing view

For now,
it is too late.

Run walk.
Tough talk.
I’ve been ******* buzzed and just lost.

It was the cost of the game.
I’ve played it for days.
I crashed and I burned,
and then made it okay.

I’ve died alive, a life not lived.
I fought to fight, and not forgive,
my own **** self, to find whats missed.
To know myself, despite the ****.
I sit and shift, and think to give.
Learned knowledge with some context.

A mixed message with some content.
It’s cursed blessings in the nonsense.
Misconception of the process,
that's been leading me to progress.

I’m in need of a signal thats not so misleadingly dishonest.

I've been broken and could use a break.
I'm growing at a humans rate.
I’ve been focused on whats noticed,
not an overly useful human trait.

But it happens, and I’m glad, because
the passion of fads live, in the tracks that I have,
and the past creeps up faster than this passage is rapped-ish...

Before you know it, the circles complete.
Listen, have you ever heard of defeat?
Ever have to get back up to advert the repeat?
Learn is the word, and the hurt is the heat.
Sweat is the struggle, thats earning the key.
Turn it and see, a sea of could be,
waving me in and it surely can mean,
my curse isn’t sink, so I’m learning to breathe.

Next year is a new decade
And I just have to say
That i'm done with this phase
I'm done with the facade
That I put on my fades
Everyday it loosens
But everybody can relate
I refuse to be toxic
Or allow it in my life
And i’m claiming for 2020
That i'm gonna strike
10 for 10
20 for 20
I'm not wasting no time
I'm not playing hooky
If you don't let me do me
Then you will get escorted out
I refuse to have my fire extinguished now
I'm on a roll
Call me cottonelle
I'm not drake
But my hotline blings if you can’t tell
I'm done being depressed
I'm done feeling sorry
If you don't want better
Then you cannot stop me
Winners in my circle
And we smart like Steve Erkle
Over obstacles like hurdles
Usain and we boltin'
Like laundry, i'm not folding
Reversing patterns
Breaking chains
I will not get played like a lame
I;m going to be rich
And I will be successful
No doubt about it
Make sure u deliver the message