Peek A boo

Written by: Leonard Taormina

Not a cloud in the sky;
But somehow you;
Always find a way;
Of bringing on the rain.
    And it seems like;
    The more I give;
    The more you seem to;
    Expect from me.
So now I’ve started popping;
To a brand new beat;
And you’re moving way too slow;
So watch out for the heat.
      I’ve got myself a road map;
     And my ride is full of gas;
     And I’ll be burning rubber;
     Till there’s nothing left to see
And wait till you start scratching;
And you’ll know you didn’t win
Because I’m still there inching;
Underneath your skin