Morning with Monk (feat. EA)

I'm my own worst critic

Thirst for perfection has got me stuck in a gimmick

You give me praise and applause

I won't even listen

Too busy thinking about not what I did but what I didn't

It's a blessing and a curse

The way I get so immersed

Inside the words that I blurt

Within this verse I rehearse

And it's a pitiful state

I hesitate to create

I let the shadow of doubt

Shroud the promise of the day

But then I kick off my shoes

I muse in the blues

And lose myself to a delectable groove

This is an ode to self expression

Without filters or suppression

Translation of the soul

A tonal tale of human essence

Listen to the lesson that's imbedded in the texture

In the tone the inflections of the tune's melodic message

There's no questioning the stone cold cool cat

Watch his fingers dance on the keys as they feed off the boom-bap

Inducing mighty foot-taps

Mass hypnotism

Turning heads as he sheds

Got me breathing to the rhythm

The rise and the fall

Without a word I'm enthralled

It's got me moving yeah I'm grooving and I'm singing to y'all

I spent this morning with Monk

Mr Thelonious Monk

It's just me myself and monk

And his dissident funk

Contagious spunk

Got me inspired from the jump

No restraint in his heavy-handed sharp-stabbing-style

Served straight no chaser I take it down with a wincing smile

It's medicinal nutritional I'm feeling quite invincible

His boldness is political it's brazen oo it's critical

Anything's permissible and Monk is the proof

Indulge in self expression let it be your masseuse

And the truth

You'll soon become your own biggest fan

So spit out the doubt and sweep it up in a dust pan

How wonderful it is to bask in the blues

Losing sight of all the strife that is corrupting you

There is no tip-toeing down this avenue

Lose the silicone tone and express your truth

How wonderful it is to bask in the blues