MICHAEL

He was a rapper…

A warrior of words.

Exhausted from wielding the weapon of his lyrics, he stumbled out of the studio in the early hours of the morning. He had been recording all night. He had been wired into the beat, the rhythm, the cadence and the melody. He had been using his BODY as an instrument for his imagination to work through…

And lost himself in time.

That was fine though. He often flowed through the night, wired into the power of creativity. He often lost himself to the power of divinity as it coursed through his vocal cords and into the microphone. When he got into the zone, the tone of his pitch and the poetic nature of his lyrics were a gift from the source of creation. What was pouring through his imagination into the various skills of music, from lyrics to rhyme…