I Spit This

You're the recurrence of sweet dreams 
that fall from heaven and form chocolate streams.
Writing and sipping create extraordinary rivers that 
rival the length of the Nile, and are more exotic than 
the Amazon or the wonder of a woman named Diana. 
 My Flow is liken to the Rio Grande,
 crossover and understand me.
 Wade in the Mississippi and dredge up my history. 
Y'all don't feel me. Started me out at the Delaware 
but I didn't originate there. I was water collected in goat skin 
trekking across barren land in search of  promised lands. 
One drop was all I needed to sustain me. 
Now you know me. Forever flowing. 
From heaven to the ground, 
I rise above my own level and wear my own crown.
  I'm liquid with this. Words I spit form rivers.
 Let's commerce it and go to the bank with it.
It ain't about money, it's about the utilization
of a gift.

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