My tongue be a prism reflecting the language of rainbows, storytelling the motions of sunsets,my mind be a celestial radio transmitting the frequencies of angels making my words heavenly,I’m etching words in hieroglyphics on the walls of your conscience, in the end the haters can’t doubt my brilliance,I’m marrying success and my legacy will be our lovechild,soon to be dominated airwaves with sonic soul power, stay tuned to a dream not deferred,my art is my Led Zeppelin,my Stairway to Heaven