What is it... Priority?

Though my premier
Wasn’t until more recent
Centuries with senile tears
I carry the torch
A child of movement
In times I'm outstretched
Beneath the spring and slack
Gazelle being chased
By wild boars
Forward in it's purpose
Worth the pain of the strides
Full glory

Footsteps leaving no trails
Seeds consumed
Cerebrally I bound like a monorail
Pride is editable
I would send a memo
but fools will not listen
Ain’t no need in me missin
when it means me working harder too
I understand why John Henry
embarked on expiration

Slammed that hammer down
Are you diggin it?
I am
Slammed that hammer down

Cause see ya’ll ain’t always around
Sight be used too literally
Pretty on the outside
where people in New Orleans
died with little interference
needlessly
Young baller kills dogs
Confined by bars
Paying debts dearly
There’s decay under root
So I’m resoundingly sure footed
Make it my point
Doctored my eyes in this joint

Internalizing
While I’m alive
Opened wide and with ease
To walk in life
Even though it feigns likeable
With every muscle it be my style...
Are you diggin it?
I am
It be my style and not to be chastised ...
What's it called…priority?