Where Do I Start?

Cultivating discipline
Moving like I'm militant
Leave my own marks with
The writtens from my fingretip
Speaking fine art
No paint just a fingerprint
And a frequency
Moving through the sonics
Rapping on this sonnet is like riding
On a comet I cant stop it get up
Off it cause you really want to vomit
(No)
You will know how it goes
When I flow through the motions
Can't make it better
With a drink or a potion
Just devotion to understanding
How a little planning
From this pakistani
Made me live out all
The blessings from my granny
And my grandad
Yeah it's made that
From the seed of a nomad
A lone star gone far
From the broken land
Broken hands can
Lead to broken homes
Broken hearts
Journeys of a rolling
Stone or a roaming star
Turning pain into the art

I'm turning pain into the art
Where do I start?
Where do I start?

Back to basics at beginning
Never thought
I would be winning
The life looked so appealing
The appearance is deceiving
But I still do it, cause
I see no other option
Mix a beat with lyrics
Can't stop my concoction
I'm mad with the melody go
& call a doctor
Can't describe
This little light of mine
So I just vibe & shine then unwind
But
I do it right every time
Bring it back I attack
Any rhythm thats a fact
I just stack beats & bring
Them out my backpack
Kinda mad that what
I see when I flash back
Just a sad cat trying
To make another rap track
Didn't scrap that
I just kept on going
The remedy was flowing
As the melody was going
Always doing never showing
Like a shogun but I'm touring
Anything less
Is too boring