I
used to think I was special when I was a little kid, speaking in gibberish. No one could hinder this day of remembrance. Tell your defending fists to just go along with
this. It’s a train of though. Relay it through your veins to your heart muscle. It’s not just poetry, it’s an art
scuffle, and I wait until after you’re gone to start the hustle. I don’t work for you. I just do what you tell me to, and when my body’s
through that’s when my mind awakes. I’m
telling you time awaits. Hip-hop: these are rhyme debates. So come on and climb the gates. Can you feel it?
It’s like this on the other side, it’s some other summer kind of
beauty. It’s truly wonderful. You feel the breeze against your back, the flowing
trees are so intense in fact it’s... I can’t describe it. It’s not describable. It’s indescribable til the mind is full. You could hide subliminal lies and still speak
your mind. Remember the time I told you to
rhyme? But that job is mine to lose in the
signs. You use every line and still miss the
fine print. Tell me that I’m bent. It’s like consignment only behind center. Enter oxygen to my lungs again. I said from the end to the start I’m playing
the part, portraying the art, relaying the heart. Don’t
say I don’t care because I do. Don’t
say I don’t share because I want to. With
every hair on my head I want to. With every
glare at that bed I want you. If I could let
you inside me I’d let you. But I won’t
tell you to find me I bet you. Don’t
hurt me again.
