I had a sad yesterday, so overcoming today is the only way to have a happy tomorrow
Hoping my pen allows me to express myself after I open this brandy bottle
Will I find more inspiration after a few drinks?
Or will I just be writing about old thoughts with new ink?
I'm an average poet at best, but I still think I'm not reaching my potential
Do I focus too much on double rhymes rather than keeping it simple?
Has my love for Hip-Hop made me forget how to write from a non hip-hop rhyme scheme?
Am I wrong for pouring my heart out on the page as my mind bleeds?
I'd love to write a happy love poem, but I used to use girls as a vice, so please don't ask me for girl advice
Plus depression has left me too burnt out to set her world alight
Life keeps beating me down until I'm hurt inside
It makes me sick to my stomach but all I can do is hurl up pride
I sit and analyse my rhymes, like do these words even go together?
Maybe I could use a professional writer to help me make it flow better
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm better than I think
My love for writing will never go, I love when I'm together with the ink
At times I've filled in a 200 page pad in a day
Yet I still had more to say
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
My mind is always thinking so there isn't a time when my rhymes are done
Even when I'm writing simple rhymes
You'd lose your mind by some of the things my pencil finds
I like being lyrical so sometimes I'm Bending words
I won't always rhyme with the ending word
You couldn't keep count of the pieces of paper that my pen gets through
I make a beautiful story out of the ugliness that men step through
Sometimes I like to switch it up and use rhymes that are multi syllable
I've still not yet gone fully lyrical
I grew up listening to the thoughts of Nas and the rhymes of Rakim
So you can't compete with the lines I'm jotting
Blasting Wu Tang and Big Pun to sound out the screams and sadness
Constantly trying to come up with new ideas, rhyme schemes and patterns
Loving Hip-Hop got me to start writing double rhymes
I picked up a pen and rhyming saved my troubled mind
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
Time to start my next poem so my rhymes aren't done
Past the second light,aboard a ship am drifting
Feeling elated I need a minute to let it all sink in
If the crown fits I will line mine with pearls
Take a trip to Utopic Islands just to get my cereal outta farms
High_grade bud and tantalizing rum
I feel queasy flimsy,if am sick its the whisky cheating
Lets go far from here a place with no hurt or fear
I need freedom for a while, not mere wishful thinking,perception or dreams
Nothing imagined is real
We don't need simulation to make whips spin a rim
My goal is to make mankind supreme delight
Notta buncha snitches n rats
My artistry was sculpted from ancient Egyptian Vines
Made to last in a mummified extension of euclidean signs
If hanging the verse by double rhymes will bring justice to musicality then I will guillotine a chapter in style
Sex a whole clan of verbs just to make my point heard symmetrically