I, dumbed it down but I kept it smart,
found the proper way to conduct
this lost train of thought.
I wonder if compressed coal chains were bought,
would it fuel my engine.
Or would it leave me sitting here,
dead broke and glistening.
Full of smoke remembering when I was on top.
Ran away on rails like vagrants living out a box.
Got my word and my socks. It's all I'll ever need.
Roaming the country and planting trees. J
ohnny Appleseed.
If y'all could see the fruits of my labor and take a bite of this golden delicious,
oh so nuitirious, granny smithing word spitting.
I bet ur mouth would water off of what's written.
Everybody has a gift nowadays mine is just wrapped different.
Abusive articulation my punchlines is hitting.
I spiked the bowl at the dance now everybodies getting into the movement.
Feeling the self improvement.
I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it.
They spit cold flow low and behold I'm antifreeze fluid.
So if things heat up I can keep your vehicle moving.
No chances of lance losing. advance and enhance music. If Hiphop is translucent.
I'll put some color into it.
See the pigment that I'm living in.
Brown covered with a package. I'm delivering.
Some interesting stuff.
so if you please sign ur name we can begin to exchange and u can gimmie big ups like a UPS truck.
"I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it." just like a poet!! Hard to lose words when that's what we live and breathe!! Nice write
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