I made this beat, Wrote to it but never got it I love the fell the vibe that I acquired Spit a couple lines but wasn't inspired See inspiration is the thing that my brain ticking If you don't feel inspired, in my veins missing I wasn't too Quit that and moved on, never looked And started on a new song But as a beatmaker, you never A track that I ain't feeling inspire someone else's flow I beats, internet and in the streets poets paint pictures, I'm the canvas so to speak I sold this to a guy named Phil He reached out as a fan, hit me on my Told me I inspired him, he loved I was doing He said I him to start pursuing music Gave him the intrumental, call me when you done
But I never heard back and really never thought It happens often, never finish nothing So it didn't seem he didn't hit me back with something A couple months passed, was fine Then I got another message with Phil's in the subject line "Class, I'm a friend of from back in the day And the music you made, him in many ways He his life around, got it on track I you to know, cause last week Phil died in a car crash" you serious? I barely the guy but shit it hit me fairly quick We all how much life should be admired Sometimes we all forget how our music does Phil? nah, Phil inspired me To finish up my song over top of beat