Spoken Violence

Premeditated thoughts, I'm lost because gravity fought Derailed the train off the tracks, because the railroad I crossed I knocked, on the door to glory and it shut right in my face So I run to metaphors, 'cause on a blank page, I feel in place Moral of the story is, I'm more than what meets the eyes A poet under the skin, I learned as a kid and began to rhyme Though broken times, I keep my book of rhymes as my protector My guardian angel is alive, he's living with my neglect-or Victorious over rhythm, but it seems I can never please Questioning myself, I find myself on my knees, I breathe The trees, quit recycling oxygen and recycle my life It's like the more struggling I go through, the more I multiply I let the ink bleed through my wounds, 'cause it heals my scars And as my consciousness fades, I see constellation stars Though every bar, I'm aware and living in a broken silence Pick up my pen, and kills rhymes through Spoken Violence