Is it the money that defines me or maybe the joy and materials it brings to my heart,

it's like everything i used to chase after just lead me deep into the ground from the start.

You get intertwined with what is normal just for them to say its part of your genes,

You follow the family chain only to allow the burden to weigh upon your mind and cling to your 

selfish things.

What truly defines me is something always over looked,

it's misunderstood by the  cover of the book.

The history to legends could bring peace to what's not fine, 

the music and art  is what keeps my world in line.

The deeper my roots the softer the soil,

the sweeter the sound could make the apprehensive uncoil.

The essence of harmony  the sound of a soul, trails and tribulations

dragging his bag through the snow.

Strumming to his last the flakes falling slow,

what's less than what defines him is his extensive ego.

As the vintage record turns he catches his old soul, Luther Vandross,

ever since was a kid couldn't get old.

It's what truly defines him not what the world perceives,

   the world provides soil but i plant the seed.

Diggin a hole with the shovel of my hand, watering the bud with the poetry of man.

Watering the bud poetry in hand,

no need for a pen freestyle poetry while i stare at the ceiling fan.

The deep thoughts of a villian that swormed in his mind,

only took him deeper to the roots now he sees what defines him without magnifine.