I'll write a rhyme about anything,
Especially when I'm bored.
Sometimes mi ketcha vibe
Jus' like di last goal that I scored.
The words dem start to flow
And my fingers start to type.
When I see what comes up on the screen,
Sometimes I feel real hype.
It's like lyrics incubate inside my brain,
Waiting for the time that's right
To shower the world just like rain,
And make the day seem bright.
Thank God for light,
'Cause I can't write in the dark.
I pray each day that I retain
That little creative spark.
I'm happy as a lark,
But I ain't got no wings.
It would be cool to fly up in the clouds
Just to hear some birds sing.
I hear my phone ring.
I wonder what that call will bring?
It's wifey tellin' me 'bout da powa of da wedding ring.
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