.
It sit and stretch most days
findin' ways to patch a reality quilt
solid built to tilt the mind for a
minute to rhyme, split between
sound and spit that won't quit
ot sit even for a little bit
cuz
Rappers never miss the mark
the spark that ignites the sky.
Why? They cryin' denyin' the denial
they can't deny to slant a rant
and chant it so it stays under
yo arm, like a lover lovin'
lippin'charm and no harm done
cuz
Rap is cryin' happy, not a dirge,
a deluge of words wrapped in
rappers laughin' as if the noise
was dancin' and fingers findin'
the sound inside beats too sweet
to eat as if every single word
was brand new just now bein'
heard. Just cuz.
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allets
12-08-19
1142a
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