Lifes Dream

I've got mountains of doubts within being a paid poet
Shes never gonna stop so i figure "hey, go it"
Should i hard and fast this?...Or steady slow it?
Keep my lifes dream in the dark? or light and show it?
A poet flies past the skies with thier eyes peeled
And sealed in thier mind next to truthful lies
Truth is guys, Im not a poet...my words were kidding
What i really am is a spoken word
With infinate definition
Sickening and quickening with every letter
Better and better
Whatever is in my way is severed
I possess lyrical blades
My spiritual ways explode and roll slow
When thier in thier spherical phase
If vocal bulls should be calm...then mine bucked
My spoken word penetrates your ear
Deeming you mind fucked

By BLacc Zacc
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