"Reaching For Perfection"
Written by Chi Money aka Chi Zilla
this seed was planted, cuz indeed we were famished..
so anything out of reach seemed to be the dreams were grabbin..
climbin to the apple of my eye, clawin til my arms 'er hurtin..
as I got my sights on something flawless but im far from perfect..
and i know I'm reachin for a sin, so I ask n I plead gawd..
you know I got a further climb to go then jack n the bean stalk..
askin to be lost, just to find the answer in a timeless manner
findin the highest ladder to rise a defiant master,
but filled my eye's wit patterns of a slight disaster
til my mind was battered but still kept climbin faster..
to find the pasture of all kinds of matter, so as i cried wit laughter..
i proceeded to eat, leaves n this beef, season after season it seems..
the reason he clings, to this tree that he swings to what seems within reach..
through out all the lands he kept growing
..left knowing it'd flourish if the light kept glowing
but to adapt so it can have the chance to last longer
..windy days n black clouds made the plant stronger
n to reach its peak, n eat, you had to hit the pinnacle
..its weakenst point, so the chance of it is minimal
watering down a few, plants of life with the fountain of youth
scene thousands of views to prove there were mountains to move
dying but surviving in a jungle, where animals want ya food
in the grass, movin fast up the branch, tactical wit their moves
years would go by, and now he is turning old n grey
still holds his ways, hopes n prays for golden rays
now so decayed, is his body and the life he has built
never were his eyes filled wit guilt, just pride mixed with will
to rise up and still, reach the place he was destined
that bitter sweet feeling of victory he tasted in heaven
tried so many ways to make it sway in his direction
was great in many ways, but still had days of imperfection
n livins hard, so as my head hit the bark, to take a nap..
beneath the tree, n the deceased being, laid an axe..
a lost child, who walked across miles
...of the long Nile which was a mark of his strength
he was blood to him, but the lust of sin
...caused pressure that scarred his heart within vein
but he wasnt helpless n rebelious as hell is
...just a guy in a crisis starvin for change
odds came n he got change in God's name
...part of the same, family tree his carcus remained
