S.R.V.
(Surrealistic Reality Virtuosity)

He was compared to the greats before him
He blew them away
He flew higher than high
He crashed hard
He lived the blues
He did not die the blues
He slept on couches and in cars
Scratchin’ and clawin’ from far below
He shot to the top like a fiery roman candle
He did not fissile out quickly though
He almost made his candle go out
He pulled himself out of the gutter
Cleared his head
And soared like an eagle
Thus bringin’ a message of hope and sobriety
To a drunk and hopeless scene
Only to have the light, his light, turned off prematurely
Prematurely as said by the media
But who trusts the media?
He definitely had mo’ betta days ahead
That was not in the plan
So we had to endure that message
That message of the flying machines
In pieces on the ground
He will live on by his miraculous recording
He was compared to the greats before
He knocked them down, off the throne
He claimed the title and the crown
And now the new ones will be compared to him
They will attempt to take the title and the crown
Though they will not be able