Illusions

That’s what life was all about. Growing up. Growing up and getting there. Making it happen then and there with no tomorrow. Times were had. Times were shared. A man of heart, and soul. A man, with a passion for. A man with a dream. A man, of innocence. But still a man, knowledgeable to the real world. They called him jon P. They saw his potential. They saw the number one. They saw, what he looked past. They had the opportunity to experience a lyrical genius. Trapped in a stage of innocence, he has always had the image of who, what, where, and how he desired to become. jon P. subliminally carried an ambition that no other could be of comparison to. An ambition. An ambition to succeed. An ambition to show the world what lies in the eyes of a true emcee, through feel, emotion. An ability to captivate and positively influence the lives of the many, through not only personal experience, but the lives surrounding him as well He’s not a “gangster.” He’s a lyricist. Something this world needs, is the true words to be spit, at heart. And to this day, that image still breathes. To this very day, that ambition to become greater than greatness itself, lives on. Searching for his prize, jon P., himself, will always take that other chance to be risked upon. P., as previously stated, will always have that belief pumping his veins on who, what, where, and how to become. He speaks for the fans. He speaks for the people out there. He speaks for the lives. He speaks, for the world. Please try and look past the different categories and genres of music out in existence, for the terms "rap" or "hip hop" cannot fully describe or embody what jon P. is built on. Good music, simple and plain. Introspect, thought, change,and at times contridictions. A story teller?, A poet?, A musician?. Perhaps, but maybe, most importantly, he's like you and me, lost, searching for the unknown. The question was it always, “when” will time come, to become?