An Artist’s Freedom Rap

I need no cell phone
When I’m living in the zone,
Flying in the sky,
Way above the clouds — so high.
Liberated — free to fly.

 Prisons with their bars,
May as well be doors ajar.
I come and I go.
In my heart, I know that’s so.
No chains can keep me too low.

Life can be a trap.
It can give you a bad rap.
But, with a good heart,
You can aim for a new start.
Your slate cleaned — with a new chart.

So I come and go.
An artist that you should know.
Painter and healer.
A poet — no free dealer.
My stories are a thriller.

Come sip now with me.
Come eat — have a cup of tea.
Let’s celebrate, friend.
When life seems like a dead end,
A good friend can make it mend.

Life can be a trap.
It can give you a bad rap.
But, with a good heart,
You can aim for a new start.
Your slate cleaned — with a new chart.

Given a new start,
And someone to mend my heart.
With new wings to fly.
To fly again to the sky.
Fly, fly, fly — and never die.

If you must fathom,
My artwork is of freedom.
To find the Self within.
A search through thick and thin.
What’s hidden — under the skin.

Life can be a trap.
It can give you a bad rap.
But, with a good heart,
You can aim for a new start.
Your slate cleaned — with a new chart.

So fly with me, friend.
A freedom flight with no end.
Fly to victory,
Using art and poetry,
To give us new symmetry.

So fly with me, friend.
A freedom flight with no end.
Fly to victory,
Using art and poetry,
To give us new symmetry.