I was in 11th grade

and on my way home from a long day of school,

I was blasting ‘The World Is Yours” by Nas in my ears.

Lyric after Lyric flooded my head

and bounced off my brain,

as my steps fell in the same distinctive rhythm

on the sidewalk.

Time stopped

I stopped

And the same line replayed over and over in my head

“I’m out for presidents to represent me”

I’m out for presidents to represent me

I gained a clarity I’d known only a few times before

And found myself in my apartment on the 14th floor

Staring out of my window and watching the cars go by

The sky began to glow.

Dark golden lines of light stuck to my wall,

and time resumed

The world was mine,

The World Was Mine.