500
He’s seventeen
Steadily levitating to heavens dreams
impressive scenes and a level he’d never seen
world was unfolding smooth hints
thought It had no illusions
became cold blooded no clue prints
traveling addict, mathematical mapping habit
had to have it understand it and grasp it
creating ties never finding a last stitch
spell the truth he felt blue matched stitch
step smooth but would tell who he was blastin
big L’s new rap or em’s till he collapses
they try to catch his ad libs
pleasure the pain, everything to gain all packed in like a grav hit,
conceive a piece of his own
needing control for now he keeps it at home,
let me tweak so it can speak to your soul
i’ll release it but for now I’ll leave it alone…
Chorus X2
• SO HE CLICK PUSHES CLICK PUSHES CLICK PUSHES CLICK PUSHES
allows his thoughts to bleed and enter the page
developing at a hell of a rate
a poetry soul speaking focusing to lead
Having a pen like he’s holding a dream
Verse 2
every time the ink drops
the blank slate is like my ink blot
changing shape at any rate forming the intricate plots
that’s what his mind had told em ,
didn’t matter platinum cause his eye was golden
stories his pride would let him hold in
so with no vision he was considered hopeless
he said what about this weight I’m holding
should I not release, cause this is hot now peep
or I’ll recopy my thesis and make you opt for allegiance
these dreams runs through his mind
of a crew cruising through time removing rhymes
minutes of sick lyrics with a therapeutic design
smooth with the lines an addiction that grew with time
kind of like tony but remove the brutal demise
the lies I deprive cause it’s the truth that find
So touch the ink to the slate describe life in the simplest way
syllables played is a writer living in faith and so he CLICK PUSHES…
