I lay on my back and gaze at the stars,
I receive these future revelations on this island called love.
A woman clothed with the moon and the stars, visiting from mars,
places 6 arrows in my chest,
she made me spit some bars,
and flip some stars, kick some lovebites in the air, and made me wish upon some hugs.
Defying gravity, just surfing on love,
dine out at ☠cloud 6, and have brunch tomorrow on the 6 shooting stars.
6 moons, 6 suns, and 6 planets just for you, I'll give you more, you're well deserving of it,
in increments of 6 with exponents to the 66th power,
trying build this love story higher than the world's 66 highest towers,
look down at Plymouth Rock, them pilgrims will never find us,
and try to take credit for this,
I use all of my God given gifts,
William Shakespeare ain't got nothing on this,
he might awaken from the dead and borrow from this,
who knows it might take him 6 years to write a play about this..
Just Qadar the revelator freestyling poetry on love's island and replaying visuals and bits..
King Qadar Dwon'