This is where words meet to become smashed up into rhymes, Come if you wish to read, leave a comment if you find, a thought that I've shared is worth talking about, if not put it in caps lock and I'll understand it like you shout.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
unintentional freestyle 04
I'm in the tippsiest toppiest place in my life I am finished I am just been and not feeling any Drive I got myself where I want I take myself to the top ain't no struggle where I am and I ain't never going to stop going to go higher and higher just like the Flames of the fire because I got the flame in me I got the burning desire I am no lie I was like crying because I want you to be there to be scared to be there to be there to know that I am there to share with you all kinds of crazy I'm going to send you the Kragle and haggle with finger to make a yard sale goes wrong hitting the ball made of a flower vase man and I'm singing a song chicken and Chong I'm thinking too long I gotta fart around and I can't tell where the town is I got the bills I got so busy busy and I'm going to take a whiz I got the Wizard's sleeve button up on my neck I made my shirt exclusively of its wizard sleeves oh yes I got the clam chowder slam Bizzle I got the chunky gizzard izzard lizard I'm like a kite in the sky is blue birds are flying by against the blueness of the sky with the stars that are all crying as they Shimmer and shine a billion years ago that's fine but I don't really see what's happening on them now why should I care I'm not really there I don't stop and stare I don't even know that they're there half their time is it a crime to disregard is there any kind of fine should I be scared should I be there should I worry about my hair because I got the tip of my tongue all over bad timing as I'm standing here talking to you sad rhyming it's an attempt to get better even if it ain't the best it doesn't matter it's like an exercise I cannot text because I do this all the time maybe sometimes I don't always ride but even still it ain't no line I got the magical flow and sometimes it gets turned off and sometimes I can not stop sometimes I am a rock I am like a Betty Crocker I'm off my rocker I'm all over the place and it's crazy all kinds of the states of lazy Daisy who knows
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