The art of the rhyme

i was recently inspired by a friend of mine to explore the lyricist in me. i knew she was there, i just didn't exactly know how to bring her out. i was given a marble notebook, which is a classic representation of an emcee, and decided to just put the pen to the paper and let anything come out. i'm posting this not for judgement, but to share with you my release. feel free to comment.

i just want to note that these are strictly fiction, i tried not to exclude or include anything specific, i hope you can appreciate it on an abstract level

the surface seems so simple

no associations or symbols

comparisons like a coin spins

like a clock works, too many words

like that hit from the bong

my lips are numb like i rubbed coke on my teeth

can't sleep

i gotta run to get weak

the beats

its like the hands of time

let the days roll by like the sun and my rhyme

the streets 

i pray for NY my soul to keep

how deep

let the tears drop, make it hip-hop

run upstairs scream it from the rooftop

try to decipher the code

can't cause you know i be flippin the mode

i speak

the words go round and round

let the days roll by like my mic and the sound

my feet

walk miles all the while

my sheet

fills with lines of the times

i creep

like catwoman my claws in your back so deep

you're weak

pull back let the blood pour out

let the days roll by like the rain and the drought

i keep

my love closed until the right time comes

trust me you'll know

i'll peep

make you take off your shades

show me you're brave

i weep

can't catch a case

i wish you would chase

let the days roll by like the wind on my face...