Trippin' of My Lips
My rhymes black like ink, let thy
words seep into you when i speak/
explosions from the volcano a tip of
my fountain pen/ we spin/ strippin
words from my tongue, even wet
this paper cant rip/ the ancient
script/
words trippin' of my lips/ manifesting
between my finger tips.
Copyright © Astro Pherik | Year Posted 2009
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