poetic muscle exercise

         
         
         
    when one activates one's dormant pain-to ride on a beat; and chips fall where they melee(may-lay) and say what one means; find momentum let it sustain and let it flow free-        
         
    all the lines will come together- like a tribe of black sheep- from different walks of life-but knows the rabbit hole's deep- the music goes- inspires notes along with downloads that's clean-        
         
  for instance- I'm almost always down in the creek; when it's me, myself, and i -de la soul🎶on repeat; and i often wonder why, must we need energy(big krit)-Just to get by-like the song written by talib kweli....        
         
  the key of life differs between lox, and just steve- "money, power, respect"? - or love with some peace- one could easily debate that it's nice to believe- even though the truth is haunting- like appetites that don't cease....