Daylight Discipline

"Kal City Music..."

Verse 1

I start off my day like—

Who can I change? what can I learn? what can I earn?

Mind like a furnace, the wisdom I burn.

Apps in the phone but the lessons I yearn—

Discipline coded, the signal return.

Look at the youth—don’t answer the question,

Cameras be blinding the soul of perception.

Livin’ for clips but forget the direction,

Fame in a second, regret in a session.

Don’t be the one with your son on a channel,

Tears in his voice while he speak to a panel.

Pain go viral, the grief turn to scandal,

Life ain’t a movie, don’t die for a sample.

Watch how my energy block bad vibes,

You losin’ the drive when the car died.

Me? I let the bars ride—archive,

Scrolls of the soul where the truth get preserved.

Don’t get lost tryna prove what’s all show,

Only your heart know the truth in the low.

Kind folks lift up the blindfold slow,

Give your mind growth where the real light glow.

I shine like a lighthouse coast,

Pray you find hope when the night feel close.

Top ain’t far—we climb rope regardless,

Ain’t droppin’ the crown when the spirit is hardened.

Verse 2

I start off my day like—

Thank God I woke and I got to see daylight,

Blessin’ I never take light.

Late nights prayin’ my people escape strife.

Prayin’ these babies get raised right,

Too many flowers at gravesites.

Sirens sing hymns in the midnight—

Who gave you permission to take life?

I could rap ‘bout whatever the pen like—

Money, the pain, or the sins in the streetlight.

But hunger don’t live off a highlight,

Even the prophets was broke in the limelight.

Still I need every dollar due,

Vision expensive, the follow-through.

Most on the fence or they run from the view,

I come from the storm so I thunder the truth.

Let’s preach.

How he grew out the concrete,

Roots in the cracks where the sun barely reach.

Now when Con speak the silence compete—

Every bar land heavy like drums in the deep.

Dream at arm’s reach,

Flex on the beat but stay calm like a palm tree.

Cool as the lake when the wind hit the breeze,

Prayin’ protection from evils I don’t see.

Verse 3

I start off my day like—

Mirror talk, spirit walk, balance the scale.

Life like the L train—circles and rails.

Some chase the fame, some sit in the jails.

Hope glow dim in the shadows of blocks,

Dreams get traded for shadows of Glocks.

Faith in a pawn shop, pain in a box—

Diamonds still born under pressure of rocks.

Plantin’ these bars like seeds in the soil,

Truth in the verse like kings in the royal.

Pain in the ink but the message stay loyal,

Gold from the furnace, the fire the foil.

Chicago wind in my lungs when I breathe,

Cold world taught me the hunger to lead.

Every scar like a map of the streets,

Every bar like a prayer on a beat.

So when sunrise paint gold on the skyline,

I’m writin’ survival in every lifeline.

Hope in the rhythm, the future in hindsight—

Start every morning rememberin’ why I rhyme.