(Atlas)

When it rains it pours then it rains some more i had

Brains galore since the age of 14

On rainy days man

I be playing game shit

Had the ps2, or the gameboy sure

Then i found an umbrella in a closet one day

And decided i would try to sneak out, no way

Walking through the puddles and the potholes

And stepping over leaves and fallen branches in the grotto’s

Matted down the grass within the gardens of tomatoes that were growing in my neighbor’s yard

Between the paths i tried follow

I was hoping not to slip when I stumbled upon

A little piece of modern treasure in the jungle that’d grown

And i when i picked up inspect it

Be alas i found a necklace

Something special about it

Felt it in my solar plexus

Had a pendent on the end

Tends to glint in the moonlight

Shaped like a star but it hangs like a boom mic

I wear it to this day

My most prized possession

But not around my neck where most eyes can rest it

The gold chain hovers on my heart

Makes my whole body feel like a work of art

And every single night right before i fall asleep

I make sure to take it off and let it rest next to me

See, before i turned it over i’da never really thought of it

But etched into the back it read

“Patrick Kelly’s confidence.”

(Jaysquared)

When it rains it pours and im hoping that it never stops

Atlas put me in directions of an aqueduct

My emotion’s acting up

Walking down the boulevard

Missed as it was coming up

And hit me with an uppercut

But ooh i ate that

But my attempt to chat back

Sadly was a failed attempt

And he caught me with my trick to the chin

My brain shook and then i hit the ground hard

This is the déjà vu, day of the groundhog

Cause something’s telling me that of the burning third degree

Was not a constant little teaser

It was something much deeper

Knocked out cold i thought he wooped me six feet

Until i was up and startled by a shake of my sheets

It was a green eyed goddess that harbored my inner artist

She faded into the darkness and trotted into the closet

And rapidly grabbed her jacket, some scarfs, gloves, and galoshes

And tossed them onto the ottoman and let me stop for some oxygen

I said lady what’s your hurry?

Honey its hella early

It’s a quarter to 7:30

She put her hand on my chest firmly

She says she wants to take a walk in the rain

Well Mrs. Yellow Umbrella, hope you don’t mind if i say

That um, due to the rain showers i will politely decline

But i can tell by your eagerness that you’d want me to rhyme up in that limelight

One day i hope the sun gon’ shine

But if its round your hand with mine

We will never find a better of time