Poetry
Poetry to me is like a stoner to weed
Like a rose that grew from concrete, I find hope when I put pen to paper
Life has no eraser so whenever I write a line, I draw the line
Every time I spit people get into they pajamas because they know it's story time
Sorry I'm being vague, I mean I tell stories in my poetry
Words are deeper in meaning like you're hearing the story from Floetry
I'm a soul child who loves musiq
I go from listening to average poetry to listening to Drake
Acid comes off my words like the rapper
When it rains, their will be a chance that I'll be awake listening to Pimp A Butterfly
I'm just a mortal man who listens to J. Cole
How much does a dollar cost when you change your dream three times?
I see a thicke robin before me
Or is it my head playing games?
The after affects of those blurred lines...
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