A Cool Winter Time
Poetry flows above me
I ghost write and show the lyrics disguise me.
City lacks the spirit.
The living room the xmas tree.
Ornaments are bored trapped inside the box
the style is free.
Bruce lee said it'll separates us.
50 said to change it up
if they hate let them hate and watch the money pile up.
Thats how it is now a days.
If its funny ill record it.
Cartoons for my nephews.
I remember I had curfew,
moms perfume on dads clothes and Pine soul on the furniture.
I show the past not to reflect the future or to rap the precent.
Just to give the message that we are still in a checklist.
So far I've survived this beautiful nightmare.
So long i deserve to dream.
My eyes recognize the year passed me by.
A poet destroyed but felt welcomed back in with an invite.
Its a cold world i cool it down with ice.
She's real nice.
Life is ice in the winter time.
Copyright © Fernando Vergara | Year Posted 2014
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