Poetry to me is like a stoner to weed

Like a rose that grew from concrete, I find hope when I put pen to paper

Life has no eraser so whenever I write a line, I draw the line

Every time I spit people get into they pajamas because they know it's story time

Sorry I'm being vague, I mean I tell stories in my poetry

Words are deeper in meaning like you're hearing the story from Floetry

I'm a soul child who loves musiq

I go from listening to average poetry to listening to Drake

Acid comes off my words like the rapper

When it rains, their will be a chance that I'll be awake listening to Pimp A Butterfly

I'm just a mortal man who listens to J. Cole

How much does a dollar cost when you change your dream three times?

I see a thicke robin before me

Or is it my head playing games?

The after affects of those blurred lines...

Fearless! Power that is unlimited.I reach high above the clouds but can't seem to touch..If I see my eyes won't take much !The sun shines ,bright yellow glow makes me remember always that God allows the wind too blow.Looking over my life seems to past ,knowing that God gives everyone second chance.He is a spirit that you can't defeat ,his Son took pain and torture from head to feet!So remember he's not hard too seek .