31/07/2025
Those who move through storms don’t boast,
they glide through life like silent ghosts.
While others break or chase the most,
they let their purpose be their post.
That which bends don’t always fall,
a root may sway, but still stands tall.
When tested hard by fate’s loud call,
true strength don’t shatter — it learns to crawl.
Lie enough and truth feels far,
a mask will blur just who you are.
A thousand faces won’t heal the scar,
when soul’s been locked behind a bar.
A lot pretend to play it wise,
but can’t look through their own disguise.
Truth ain’t sold in pretty lies —
it’s found in eyes, not alibis.
Learn the rhythm, not just the game,
not every shift should look the same.
The winds may blow, but fire’s flame
still burns if heart remembers name.
To walk through flames and never flinch,
to hold your ground and never inch —
not every war requires a wrench,
some battles move with silent clinch.
Play ain't always child's delight,
it’s how some move to dodge the fight.
To play it smart, to move at night,
to hold your truth and keep it tight.
Many roads split under feet,
some lead home and some repeat.
But not all masks make life complete,
the real will rise, the fake retreat.
Roles don’t build what’s deep inside,
they might impress, but they can't hide.
Character ain’t dressed in pride,
it shows when ego steps aside.
To shift with grace is not to lose,
the river bends — it still can choose.
No need to fight or light a fuse,
true power flows in how we move.
Be the calm in every storm,
not the echo trying to conform.
Shape the room, but stay in form —
a quiet soul becomes the norm.
Whatever comes, let presence grow,
don’t match the fake, just let it go.
Keep your core and let them know —
truth don’t need a scripted show.
The ones who last don’t seek the crown,
they hold their worth when skies fall down.
They build in silence, wear no frown,
and still stand tall when others drown.
Moment by moment, seeds are sewn,
every breath becomes a tone.
Time reveals what's truly grown,
and what was borrowed, never owned.
Requires more than just a move,
you gotta know what fits the groove.
Don’t flex for show, don’t act to prove —
just let the work and peace improve.
Flexibility ain’t soft or weak,
it’s the language strong ones speak.
It bends but never dares to leak,
it listens deep before it speaks.
Is the thread in every tie,
the reason some still reach the sky.
It holds the line when stakes run high —
and finds the truth behind the why.
Underrated by the loud,
but honored by the quiet crowd.
It don’t need the praise or proud —
it moves like wind, not seeking sound.
And mastery ain’t bold and loud,
it don’t compete or chase the crowd.
It walks with grace, its head unbowed —
a humble king that ain’t too proud.
Mastery moves with silent aim,
it plays no trick, it needs no fame.
It finds its peace inside the flame,
and holds the soul that stays the same.
Is the art of standing free,
not needing masks or mimicry.
Becoming what the time must see,
but never changing endlessly.
Adaptability. A moving truth, a silent claim,
it wears no mask, it plays no game.
A quiet strength that speaks no name,
but always rises just the same.
Those that lie a lot learn to play many roles, to be whatever the moment requires. Flexibility is underrated, and mastery is adaptability.
But truth don’t shift to catch the win — it bends, evolves, and still stays in.
_DJ OG BONES
