I don't remember a single day since I first saw David Blaine on TV without thinking about magic. Reviving the goddamn fly alive, pulling the head off the chicken... but I've always been more interested in tricks with cards. Unbelievably amazing, that guy. Inspired me to start performing magic, and when people say I got skills, I just tell them to get inspired. They want to be artists, so be it. Rappers, go right 'head. Singers, sing for your life. If you got inspiration, you got no fear.
I'll shove in a poem just for the heck of it:
As the leaves below,
Begin a feisty show,
What's left behind,
Only a dark mind.
The shadows weep,
In solemn sleep.
Alas the bare roots crawl,
Over my tombstone, as I fall,
In a dark trance,
Trapped in a crazed dance.
Finally my Guardian appears,
Shattering light pierces my fears.
I take with me the last piece of hope,
Inevitably lost, I cannot cope.
As the paper crumbles, and so,
My final decision, life is woe.
