PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

take a moment to relax and bask in the expanse between time & space

Helter Skelter was just found dead nothing but a living dead man now he's gone

filter through this rap game holding your own got one hand on text the other the phone

Dirty dancing in midnight fashion start spreading your legs its about time

moments like this we get caught up in the mix getting are second fix

let the Jersey Boys take you away to that special place down by the ocean

today it ain't easy while your in the zone best to be home all alone

got bitches on a stand by waiting for you to get high next to the stand by

Zips with full hips taking it on until it's like almost 6 in the morn

she looks like a Barbie doll in her high healed shoes next she going to make you sing the blues

Rap is for those who are burning the game with some of us learning its fame

Dance hall specialty in their dope melody taking it to the streets such a treat

Tripping on the bath room floor as you reach the peak for so much more

I'm the man with the plan can't we all understand i got the vision on a mission

Someday you'll all be wishing to see more of my best harmony but society is blind you see

got the hook up in my new Benz blazing down the street with my friends

I'm the heavy M.W.V. choosing dope rhymes with fire in its purest of desire

Want to take you higher then ever before to see that opened door willing to be explored

Life is what you make it but other brothers seem to fake it

Got your mind on your money yet its nothing phony playing Gin Rummy

Honey you make and take the best out of me while I'm working on my degree

Couldn't care less of what I'm soon to confess while you dress I'll spank that ass less

Im blessed pulling my own beats in line when everything is fine as I wine, dine & 69

Rap is for winners like me making sweet history out of life's sweet mystery

Rap is not a game playing in flames making you intense socially deranged

Philosophically we built this city on doing what we please so start sreading the disease

Got capped in my knee back in high school swing out there doing my things

Although those many years have passed still having every bit of reason to grasp

A childhood memory in such a beautiful melody to let nothing bother me

As a juvenile I used to get a little wild boxing oranges down at the Supermarket store

Then it took me a while to stand at attention when I was late for detention

listening to Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention.

Rap is a part of my heart to make a brand new start of where i need to go

Out of dispare I smell the sweet brisk air then I know I was made for so much more

At last take the wheel I'm happy to soar with the eagles in the sky watching the time go by