Written by: Larry McMillan Jr.

                                             Sometimes I just start flowing, 
                                                Not necessarily knowing 
                                             Exactly which way I’m going. 
                                 When I get there you can connect the dots, 
                                                         Or rather
                               Trace my thoughts, because my bars be so hot -
                                           Their trails leave the paper glowing. 
                                    Something like how you can't see the wind
                              But by its destruction you can see where its been, 
                                               And feel when its blowing.