The delight I talk and laugh about…
No doubt it's a passion…
A mental enjoyment that makes me feel like…
I'm sleeping in the clouds….
A powerful movement that proves that…
I'm swimming deeper in my belief…
When ever I'm feeling grief…
I take out a pen and pad…
Thank the lord for the talent I have…
And…. become hypnotized in my thoughts….
I visualize that it's a beat and I'm attempting to seek..
Those words as if I were trying to…
Wreck the mic at a freestyle battle going out of style…
Becoming indulged in my lyrics…
Like candy in the hands of a child…
And my lyrics are my words…
And my words are music notes…
That gives expression to the beat…
That makes my rhyme…
And in time…. all will hear my theory…
Except my series of events will be my past tense…
And…. heart felt moments…
Making me… elongate my memory…
But not letting chaotic flashbacks hinder me….
Cause I control my mind…
Which is…
Extraordinary lines that show…
The predictions of how my life will be…
An overly grateful part of me…
Once again I'll raise my voice to speak….
My destiny….
Written by Frstladylsm