The Gift of Gab

My point. His point. Her point.
Opinions.
All I wanna do
is explain how I'm feelin.
First, start with my mind,
learn how it works and tweaks.
Then look into my eyes
and now you undersand me......
Maybe.
Maybe you have to look into my soul
cause every inch of me is talkin
yet when I open my mouth,
it's like lyrics to a son
and my words begn walkin.
I am my words,
my words are me.
I feel as though
the only way to know me
is to understand me when I speak.
Teach! Preach! Reach!
My poetry is indeed my destiny,
cause my poetry
is the only thing I allow to get the best of me.
Never stressin' me.
My poetry is my outlet
and if you haven't noticed by now,
I'm all about it.
Shout it!
From the rooftop on high.
To understand me is to understand my poetry;
No lie.