My Ipod

I sit up all night in ma bed listening to ma baby, listen to ha heart beat smooth tunes shits wavii,

as she sits there and wait for me to come out my pocket, breath hot air and locks hot pitch from top of my hair to the bottom of my feet,

I think about her daily, and shes sticks around 24 hours 7days with me,

There's always a new rhythm coming out here speakers, loving my iPod my  harpoon  keeper, music to ma soul my sheep count sleeper,

It's never a dull moment threw thought of my speakers, deep within the bottom of my insides,

All the worm comfort makes me shiver lingerly, I think of how lovely she is to me and her sister is my everything, music is her name,

I remenber when me and her was introduced the first word that kame to my mind was how resplendent she was to the sight and her history, she strangles her self on me,

That's how she feels about who she chosen to create the one thing we all chosen to enjoy, music and she know sex can compete to ower love but never have I turned down her heart beat,

To the pashion that pumps threw my blood, but it's not about how she makes me feel but about how I exspress my my feels,

Angry happy,lovely,classy and such and such to the touch,

When I'm pissed the fuck off I read up on my book, not about wat someone else wrote,

But one that I take down notes, bars can be over done did, but i flow up real  Egregious,

I eat beats and definitely can be real persuasive,
Music helps me express half the things that keeps me from stress,

its my best friend and this expression is how I compress all my notion like the heats I keep this  in motion,

break down the feelings on how I devote my self to this thing i call my insperation,