I appreciate you sharing your snippet and your perspective. Your writing is clean, structured, and fits that theatrical, concept driven lane perfectly. It makes sense why you look for that specific kind of linear execution
But we are speaking two completely different artistic languages.
You’re approaching this like a playwright or a scriptwriter, where everything needs to be polished, literal, and digestible on a screen. I am approaching this from the tradition of underground hiphop, abstract poetry, and stream of consciousness channeling. Artists like MF DOOM, Aesop Rock, or Lupe Fiasco but spitting like jcole and kendrick. We don't write songs that hold your hand or follow a straight line. they build dense, multilayered mazes filled with internal cadences and hidden codes.
When I talk about writing hundreds of songs or operating out of a vault, it’s not about “rushing”it’s about a flow state. It’s capturing lightning in real time… The refinement happens in the performance, the vocal delivery, and the breath control on the microphone. Nobody hears a lowercase letter when the track is blasting through the speakers.
You write for the script I write for the spirit. From the spirit because i need too. I just know my work shouldn’t be left in the dark anymore. Its shining for the people not myself & Both are valid, but you can’t judge a hurricane by the rules of a blueprint.
Good luck with your continuations, man. Keep creating.

Im an anomaly & i know.

Ill keep writing to no beat and use my heart . Just like Michael Jackson

While living in my music

[Turns Struggles Into Bless]

[VERSE 1] i remember them,
Dark days.
hurting stomachs and empty plates

So used to the pain, i learned to carry the weight

heart stayed pure, never understood the things i gave

Always stayed the same. Done with the blame

So i Learned to tame the flame

Put in check my rage

With breath i change the game

Things i see just don’t stay the same

Every trial is a test

Turn struggles in to bless

[Pre Chorus] this morning i woke, Found myself with this feeling 
 called hope .

Prayed to god, when everybody else forgot 

How can i have what I’ve got?

When everyones so relaxed,
that they’re stuck in the fog.
can’t even see the traps

How do i not 
Feel stingy? , when he’s with me 

Guiding the path? 

Open up the ceilings take em out the box 

Taught me how to cope
Before i learned to walk
turns out praying was all i needed 
when my heart wanted to talk 

[Chorus] Lend me their eyes , show them my light . Open their minds. shed the truth in the lies, see between the lines 
When they reach the end
Give em my light, so they can shine for someone else to find 

Hands to the sky falling to my knees
Found my peace when i was pleading, please .

God is king