Not Knowing (True Story of My Friend)

He never saw the point All he ever wanted was to kick, push, And coast at a skating joint Never did he saw the purpose of the tune Thought the black and white is simply doom Pressing these musical keys in his room He was young, not seeing the fun He just wanted to run Riding on these four wheels under the sun He was young, not knowing what these keys And his fingers, together has done He was young, not knowing that Something unique had begun Not knowing that his left hand creates harmony While the other compliments with melody. Yet he couldn’t see Family and friends Be telling him He has a gift indeed That he can do so much on them keys But he disagrees Only wish to skate cuz it kept him free Nothing could stop him But hemophilia robbed him Stole his freedom away Doctor said he can no longer skate So he was depressed Felt a post-dramatic stress But he kept giving these keys a press. Not soon after, he discovered Something rather Extraordinary, that mattered Sounds of unique frequency Created electronically This noise was his talent A choice with possibilities Beyond what he’ll ever imagine A passion hit him Frustration ripped him But on those black and keys, He be killin’em Killin’ the show Doing something he knows That has his flow Looking like a pro with his fro Everybody knows his gifted hands Conjuring the sounds on his commands Golden fingers of his are grand Conflicts he must beart it The future’s in his mind His creativity is one of a kind With a name that will soon to be known He’s seeing that this art is his to forever own