Will-Powerz is gone, but on another level
I be writing songs from the soul like it's sold to the devil
Rebel to the core I'm inevitable and enabled
To belong, whether it be wrong or dishevelled
Strong, I been battered for a long time, never had a fond mind
Revelled in the soul you bedevilled
Strung heavy metal as a confine, combined
Designed better elements to rhyme for my mind.
Time is irrelevant, and elevated shine
Is diving, higher high than inebriated kinds
Spiritual I will live it, you will be inclined
To absorb, I will give it to you, live it to decide
The meaning of life, the ,music we use it
Deciphering a message inscribed in our minds
No it's not the same fight Powerz had personified
Hours not defined, pilgrimage for the blind

[Seek and you will find
That which you enshrine]

And on another page, now I'm of an age
Of a rage, die for the life struggles I engage
Powerz was a fabrication, Will an enigma
Labels and stigma, throw him on the stage!
Or know him from the page - ink to the voice
Poetry alone, rhythm raises a choice
Melody, the soul inherent in the sound
Harmony, sweet, bringing heaven to the drowned
Or rap, the harsh words pound like a drum
Rhythm and rhyme, they are divinity for some
There's harmony in rhythm, harmony in sound
Lyricism harnessed effortlessly, blessedly profound
Lesser people frown as you scream from the pivot
You will spiritually inhabit abstract ground
GRAB THAT NOW you can partake, have a part stake
In enlightenment, cosmos-bound.
Dilla be around...Dilla changed souls
Will'll be evolved as the contours mould
As the cold shade wraps in its crude embrace
Folds in the slighter minds of our race
Escape is a chase, are we on the same side?
Blame pride for the elevated dirt we applied

[I say: Music Hasn't Died]

Dried and it supplied a bit of sly hit
Chart songs, money-maker sharks it belonged to
Chance it, I want to bring it to you brand new
Sling it to you sing it to you, whatcha gonna do, huh?
A new dawn age of aquarius, share you're aware of us, wary ensnaring us
No longer Powerz it's just Will. Hours on how I can make the thoughts stand still
The concept real: the brain, the same, in pain and angel came and changed the game; HEALED
Strange an name can make an idea sealed
In the cried tear-spangled eyes of my field
Powerz I can feel I will miss you, never diss you
And your legacy will drive me to build
Until I arrive at the light and fulfilment
Shower me with dreams...I'll see you there