Find My Style

I put my pen to the paper That’s when my heart becomes the maker My mind acts as a window The body’s internal translator My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one I put these parts together to make a whole Something that can only be one of one I put on plays with my words Something to entertain the crowds that have heard Stories of people who push higher Like a group of three fighters Each one of them spoke But it’s the frog’s vessel that croaks Or a story of a fox That only knows nine tales But the one where a child wails Is the one that’s spoken a lot I say things with my style But I don’t know if it’s fire or not I do seem to strike people So lightning and thunder’s my thought Cuz I write my emotions in a clap and flash Like a sword creating its gash One quick motion full of its own dynamics But it’s entry doesn’t make a sound My words never miss their mark There’s always a place they’ll be found