HEADED TO SHIBUYA, got my pink Nikes
On my feet,
Cocoon purple hood
Falling off my shoulders,
Feeling my vibe.
I’m happy, my style’s changing,
Flowing,
Growing from this chapter in Japan.
The shit I wear and the
Image that you see is just an image,
An ego,
Is this the real me?
Maybe, ya, because
It makes me happy;
Colors of my soul,
Cloth cut fibers stitch my essence,
My present.
Beads dangling off my bag, a little
Monkey from a neighborhood
Secondhand store,
Small mementos I collect are the
Things I’m gonna miss
But the mementos I cherish are the memories
Of this.
Days like today when I’m
Struck with inspiration,
The little daily things,
It’s bittersweet.
Had a dream last night
Of being back home In LA
And thinking back on Japan,
The moments that I had
The things I stressed about
Were really nothing bad.
I’ll miss them.
Barley tea cold from the vending machine
At the train station sun’s shining
Leaning against the wall,
Anderson .Paak
Plays in the headphones over my ears
— these things —
The monkey and the music,
They mean more than
What they seem, ’cause it’s not just a thing or a song,
It’s a memory,
A time, a place, a version of me.

I watch the lights turn on; the sun begins to set,
The winter night is golden
Not here for much longer
Gonna make the best of it.
Today is Saturday.
I was up early movin’ now I’m
Headed to a cafe in the heart of the city to
Write my story further and see what I
Can find in the alleyways that wind
Gonna make the best of time.
I don’t wanna waste it,
What I got is a chance to shine
In nobody else’s eyes but mine.
And I’m smiling.

I cleanse my heart and soul
With these words that I shed
It’s like I gotta do it
Get this shit outta my head
As I’m rolling on the subway rolling
Early outta bed
To seize the day,
Find my way,
If the world hurts
Call it play, most important to me
Is saying what I gotta say.
The world’s my room.
Right now my dojo’s small,
I’ll find a bigger one someday
Feels like I got it all ’cause
I got this shit called drive,
I know that I’ll be fine, these
Spinning words occupy the haunt of
My mind,
So I really don’t care ‘bout the things that I have,
In fact I want to have less of the
Things that fill my nest —
I just want freedom, a pen,
A pillow for some rest.
Still, I’m grateful man.
I’m so damn grateful for the blessings
And the things, but
What I crave are experiences, travels,
Love that makes my heart sing.

And imma share it, riding high
On the Yamanote Line, these words
That I scribe, they make me feel alive — aight,
The train has arrived so I pulled off on the platform
To finish off this rhyme.
I’ll miss this. Japan.
A moment in time.
But there’s a story ‘round the corner.
Hands held open to
Catch time flying by.

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