I FEEL LIKE HENRI WHEN IM SHOOTING ON THE STREETS
I FEEL LIKE HENRI WHEN IM GETTING ALL THE KEEPS
I FEEL LIKE HENRI WHEN IM SHOOTING IN THE HEAT
I FEEL LIKE HENRI WHEN IM SHOOTING TO MY BEATS
Cartier-Bresson, I’m on a new creative level
Golden bezels on my frames
Golden spiral, swirling all over my visual brain.
I feel the spirit of Henri within me
When I’m shooting all Zen, freely.
I shoot effortless. I don’t force it.
Rather, my creativity is my slave– I coerce it.
My creativity is loose, not terse.
My creativity will never die, and drive away in a blacked out hearse.
I know my creative worth
There’s only one of me
So when I shoot, why do I care what others think?
I’ll do me, and do it freely.
Don’t be bound by creative convention
Rather, I’m inspired by Steve Jobs— creative invention.
I’m like a grown ass kid, I’ve got no lid.
Fuck gravity, I got no limits.
My eyes glow green– I’m feeling good and livid.
You are the same,
No need to keep praying
For the creative muse
She’s within you,
Within your creative shoes.
Paint the world with your own creative hues,
And shake off the early morning blues
Never wait to be discovered, you choose you.
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