They tell me that it's talent That i'm gifted in a way But i work with certain pallets That'll make them look away Cause I dabble in the sadness With a sprinkle of the pain Amd i Cook it to perfection In the oven of my rage Then I garnish It with actions Thatll make me look insane And I Serve it on a platter For an audience who waits Just to judge me for the content That they wanted me to make. Dont like the heat? Keep out the kitchen Didnt make the beat but made the diction The words they repeat That's my invention So either take a seat Or leave my section Cause when I speak Its with intention Im a Wordsmith Working with the words which Makes it feel like a nerves pinched And they might flinch when I type this Line but it's fine cause I decided When I derive this Side Of my design it’s More than just Divine Call it what it is Fine dining got it fresh off the vine Fermented to a wine And served inside a song that I Know will take a certain type of person To enjoy the words I keep on serving But I cant let that be a deterrent Cause at my current I prefer it Be that way Cause I decide the right of way If I decide to write away Then i can try to write in ways That might describe a tidal wave To try to change the ties I made And fight to face the final place I might amaze or fade again If I disgrace that's fine I guess I said I'd die to find my spine again But I decided I won't let A vertebrae deter my head I'll turn my neck and walk away Cause I don't care if they complain When I write I write for me Cause I describe the things I see And I don't mind if they don't need To hear the words I gotta speak I'll keep going till I find the peak To find the peace I know need Cause the only audience I seek Is me Safe to serve well Who’s to say I say the words I need to say I take the hurt herd the hate And make the words Describe the taste You heard it here Ill serve the plate Warm or cold in Night or day Ill take the toll To pave The way To save my soul Or fade away Flavorful Or dull and gray I savor it Cause im a Wordsmith I write Words with A brand new purpose As I purge this Curse of insurgence It occurred my Resurgence might Serve as a sigil at surface But I won't refrain how I word this Im a Wordsmith I write Words for those feeling so worthless And through there's pain in process My message is purpose Cause im a Wordsmith Im a Wordsmith Working with the words which Makes it feel like a nerves pinched And they might flinch when I type this Line but it's fine cause I decided When I derive this Side Of my design it’s More than just Divine Call it what it is Fine dining
