Blog Entry
On Inspiration and Ego:
There’s nothing more dangerous that thinking you’re too big for your own shoes. You think you’re it, but you’ll surely lose. In times like those, when looking high. The sky falls down. You want to cry. Here’s to those who keep me grounded. Egos roll, they grow unbounded. I turned around and he said this rhyme. Saved my ass for one last time. Here’s what he told me:
Little Bird,
You win? Check the news Jim. This kid is a true gem. I’m a solider with a rude grin lookin’ for a box to put my boots in. Tanned and dark as the soil I lay my roots in. You know I’m gettin’ checks. I’m like a box, I’m gettin’ checked. Your gettin debt, you can’t keep up you’re gettin’ left. Too much weight and you’re gettin’ thin. You’re gettin’ stretched. Call it cut, gettin’ etched. But don’t forget the best. Gave you your start, showed you the way of the art. Showed you the shape of your heart. Tryin’ to take me place when I took the plates and helped them stay with the bar. Now I’m raisin’ the bar. Raisin’ it far, and I see you pacin’. Chasin’ it hard. Yeah that old sand blows but the old man knows that the youngster knows what the old hand showed. Leavin’ the scene till its empty and gone.
With love,
Big Byrd
