Sampson
09-09-2010, 09:29 PM
'tap out sweet poetry
let these fingers flow
over the keys like these
words wash over me
sitting under a tree
by the sea in my mind
crafting rhymes from the
nature my mind perceives
and i breath the sweet
summer time breeze
and i'm free
i feel like i'm flying
riding the rhythm on
a raft crafted from
rhymes with nothing
more than dime bag
and this beautiful
madness which
consumes my mind
and white lines on
highways fade into
vision while i'm spitting
and my mission is clear
once more
one two three four
my folklore core
the muse the future
i talked about before
a midnight call in the
hall and an unlawful
falling sensation
all the impatient pacing
all the times she set my
mind racing
i took the feeling and
put pen to paper'
and you are every poem
i've ever written
for exactly that reason
let these fingers flow
over the keys like these
words wash over me
sitting under a tree
by the sea in my mind
crafting rhymes from the
nature my mind perceives
and i breath the sweet
summer time breeze
and i'm free
i feel like i'm flying
riding the rhythm on
a raft crafted from
rhymes with nothing
more than dime bag
and this beautiful
madness which
consumes my mind
and white lines on
highways fade into
vision while i'm spitting
and my mission is clear
once more
one two three four
my folklore core
the muse the future
i talked about before
a midnight call in the
hall and an unlawful
falling sensation
all the impatient pacing
all the times she set my
mind racing
i took the feeling and
put pen to paper'
and you are every poem
i've ever written
for exactly that reason