Or do I?
Every word spoken has entered into a mind and taken on a shape
Of many different kinds
It's been refined, chewed, spitten, glued
Tasted, relayed, confined, and mistrued
Everything I write comes from my heart
So in my mind there's no reason not to start.
Maybe it's cheesy, to speak so clearly
Like a cliche but not exactly ya feel me?
Sometimes my rhymes are off beat
But that's fine by me if I let it go street.
A little bit of roughness is allowed
There doesn't always need to be a rule
Sometimes, no - never? I dunno.
Sometimes I let thought fuck up my flow
And then next thing you know I'm searching
For the next big hit of serato
Don't look that up you already know
No for real like seratonin not some drug like oxycotin
Or paralyzing nightmare potion, free yourself
Don't sit and float in sickly shit from old moats
N' Dirty trashbins of previous blokes
Take a stand up past the garbage heaps of your misery and take back the freedom that's been missing G
It takes no effort just breathe in with me, exhale the shitty breathe and let in the gentlety
Calming release all forms of sympathy, connect into your inner empathy
Get real close to God and company, making life the closest want to be.
Poem ends whenever
And life goes on.