Lyrical flow is what I know, like a corner ho can blow, I can throw
words in the air with the care a daredevil takes in a dare.
Rhymes overflow, like nickels and dimes fill my
pockets, until I’m shooting up rockets of
thought into the unseen in-between, caught in a dream of beats and electro feats,
a seamless address to borrowed ears, and my buried fears
dissipate as a new fate awaits to sedate and re-evaluate my state of mind,
cause paper thoughts are sometimes unkind,
sentences, like fences bordering my senses,
but my words fly to another level, unruly,
like a devils flame is never tame, so truly
with my slam, I got game.