HERE GOES MY MIND, LIKE A LOOP IN A CATCHY TUNE, I GO SUBLIME LIKE I KNEW THAT I WOULD JUST CATCH A MOOD, LET TIME REWIND ILL DEFINE MY SIGHT OF VEIW, THESE KIND OF VISIONS VISUALIZE WHAT IM GOING THRU, SO MANY PICTURES BE DEPICTING ON WHAT IMMA DO, AND STILL THE FRAMES BE A FOCUS ON JUST HOW I GREW, MOMENTS ARE MEMORIZE MEMORIES ARE EMPHASIZE, JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES, A POETS PASSION ON THE RISE, ( im trying to get there, theres where i wanna be, far from failure or any negativety, i can feel the light, although its not in sight, ill keep reciting poetry until they feel it right) RESTART MY VISION MENTALLY ITS BE SO MANY COLORS, GIVING THAT GOOD TIME FEEL LIKE WHEN YOU HUG YOUR MOTHER, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW OR SEE EMOTIONS WHEN IM IN THE BOOTH, CUZ I DIVIDE SUBSIDE BEFORE I HIDE A TRUTH, YOU'LL NEVA SEE ME CRY, OR EVER FLOW A LIE, I'LL JUST BE POURING MY THOUGHTS, ASKING THE MASSES WHY, WHY ARE SOME PEOPLE DIFFERENT, SO MANY BEING IGNORANT WHO STARTED ALL OF THIS WHY CANT I SEE AND THE DIFFERENCE, IF STATUS QUO IS A STAT JUST TELL ME WHAT I MISSED, BE CUZ WE ALL BE A STAT WE ALL HAVE TO EXIST, YEA EVERYBODY DIFFERENT YET EVERYONE'S THE SAME, CUZ EVERY BODY SAME COLOR BLOOD RUNNING THRU THEY VEINS, ( im trying to get there, theres where i wanna be, far from failure or any negativety, i can feel a light, although its not in sight, ill keep reciting poetry until they feel it right) GLANCE AT THIS POET AS HIS PASSION HAS YOU LISTENING, A POETS PASSION IS FASHIONED LIKE HE'S AUDITIONING, FOR THIS THE CASH IS NOT FAST OR COME IN BIG AMOUNTS I'LL MAKE IT RAIN SOMEDAY HAVE YOU SO ASTOUND. I'M UNDERGROUND, ITS ONLY COUNTED IN TIME OF SESSIONS THE MINUTES OVER A MIC JUST SPILLING MY AGGRESSION I WHERE MY HEART ON SLEEVES , THIS RAPPINGS HOW I BREATH, WITH EVERY TAKEN BREATH , I MAKING A DREAM TO ACHIEVE, VERSATILITY IN PHRASES KEEP YOU ALL THINKING, IM SO VERSATILE AN VIVID IN DA WORDS IM INKING I PAINT A MELODY MELODIC HAVE IT PART SKIES, PERFORMING POETRYS A PLEASURE, WHERE MY HEART LIES. I'LL KEEP RECITING POETRY UNTIL THIS POET DIES, FREESTLYING VERSES BE REVERSED FLOATING TO THE SKY, YOU ASK THIS POET WHY WELL LOOK ME IN MY EYE. YOU'LL SEE MY PASSION LYRICALLY IT JUST KEEPS ME ALIVE,