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​This sh** here is therapeutic, thoughts coming to life don't dispute it, as I stand before you expressing emotions that relieves my stress. Concocting intricate verbiage I put to the test, as I connect metaphors and phrases, that I put down on pages, as my mental imagery engages another thought that I spit through mikes with a solid BOOM!
As I sit in quiet rooms, writing poetic flows tighter than cocoons that's highly protected from my minds point of view
Always remaining true to self, playing the hand that's been dealt, wondering if my words are felt to a strangers ear
Yeah this sh** here is therapeutic, any second I was beginning to lose it, my thoughts are so deep rooted I turned to my paper and pen
I began to breath again with the gift of expression, writing confessions, learning hard life lessons that slaps me in the face. So I must pick up the pace to channel my anger before my actions put others in danger if you knew what I'm capable of
So I turned to the almighty above praying to take me a different route. But all I hear is silence ...should I retaliate with violence, what are my only options at this time a gun or a rose?
At this point I chose neither, as this pen make things easier to get frustrations off my chest. As I put negativity to rest I stay in motion, giving devotion to my mental window as I invite you to climb in
For I begin to paint vivid words that depict images of my inner soul that's controlled through the beauty of creativity I process
Yeah this sh** here is therapeutic, as lungs fill with air I dispense messages so clear, it has my mind a hundred miles and running. Running to my notepad as I add line, after line, after line
Words so sublime it lights up midnight skies, it moves mountains to the other side, it gives my thought patterns exercise, as I analyze my existence in the present, the future, and the past
As I try to grasp onto reality, but the insanities of this world tries my patience. As I reflect back to the ancient teachings that states me and God are one with each step that I take
So I break free from the shackles of madness that invades my cipher, as I adjust my third eye I know things will be brighter if I shine my light from within
For this pen is the artist, as it draws my cathartic outcries with one stroke of my hand. Therefore I land in peaceful dwellings in my heart that will never be uprooted
For this sh** here is therapeutic
