L.S. cracks from a dream snoring, at 6:15 in the morning.
Back, reality is awake. Its time to make sleeps dream the real thing... His fate.
Stacked with a nap sack full of his rap tracks, and after the dawns emails,
Time to go to grind and show the real world what he sells, as he will.... His music.
His newest album IN THIS LIFE is quite like his wife.
Intimate ties to the lines, L.S. combines cries with the smiles, in rhyme with his style.
He had found as a child how the sound raised a brow,
and now he is found, letting it out.
About to board the TTC to head north of the city.
He stands with his Jams and snowboard in his hands.
Ear phones on his head, his music, his bread.
He leaned to a man, he'd seen on the tram, believing he can, here's what he said:
"The out come of my album has been very hard work.
L.S. IN THIS LIFE is my art, it's my earth,"
The man seemed intrigued, L.S. handed the ear piece and showed his CD.
"This is a piece I wrote to my parents, it has my soul and my spirit, I hope that you'll hear it.
It evolved from the feelings I have for my kin." L.S. stalled for a moment, "It's called In The End"
The soul of the song with a smooth baritone
Made a smile on his face the man couldn't escape.
The mans body moved with the vibe of the tune,
And then he replied, "I'll buy one or two.
I can hear the passion you put in your work,
Your soul and your heart, your thoughts and your nerves.
I'd like to get two, one I'll pass to a friend."
"Thank you" said L.S., reaching in his nap sack again.
"Pass that to them too," a card he handed along.
"Check my new site, it's LShiphop.com."
They made an exchange, the man happy to pay.
They then began laughing about the Rap of today.
"I almost forgot, this is my stop."
L.S. hopped off the tram and waved to the man.
Feet on the street, and his beats on repeat.
He freestyles with ease of the things that he sees.
Pushing his albums and dishing out cards,
His ride soon arrives in a Quiksilver car.
The rep of the company picking him up,
Stepped out of the car and said, "Yo what up?"
"Just the grind and the hustle of pushing my dreams."
"L.S. that's why I love you on the Quiksilver team."
They jumped in the car and headed north to the slopes,
L.S. spoke of the snowboard music video he wrote.
"The song is Bright Eyez, we'll shoot on the hill."
The rep said, "the first artist I've seen killin' snowboard skills"
"Since music and riding are passions of mine,
I do them both striving and I have to combine.
I feel what I'm writing will last through the times,
This felling's exciting, I'm casting my life."
Greeted by locals when they got to the hill,
The people were vocal that his record was ill!
L.S. trained for today in the half pipe competition,
Stomping his tricks for the first place position.
Not only just riding, but hosting the day,
It seems L.S. and his art are never at bay.
Later that night L.S. was rocking a show,
performing for three hundred people or more.
The crowd was intrigued from the performance they'd seen,
Off the stage to the booth to sell his CD's.
About ten shirts and twenty eight albums,
By the end of the night it was a great out come.
Two in the morning, the night was still young,
His engineer said, "Let's do some recording at the studio son."
Wasting no time, to The LAB's where they went,
Creating a vibe from the day that'd been sent.
A few hours later rough cuts were done,
Their progression had raised like the light of the sun.
A day in the life of an artists career,
And at the end of the night he spoke to me clear:
"There's no way in this battle, I'm loosing this fight,
I must say what I have to.... Music's my life!"