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wondering why my mind roams
every time im sitting in my home
try to lock my mind down, put the safety on
but its hard tryna guard without the chrome.
loading up the digits in my phone
but i cant pull the trigger just to get a dialtone.
will i get the voicemail? signals strong
wonder if she even put my number in her phone?
does she even think of me when she is alone?
whats fact not fiction,
late nights, no lights, i be on a mission.
for enrichment i might head into the kitchen,
mental nourishment is my most preferred rittlen.
or a 1-2 simple bass rhythm,
lil bit of snare wit the high hat kicking.
music is the language that i speak,
but my verbose might sound a bit unique.
a lil heavy metal, heavy bass
no reinterpretation of my notes, no trace.
just a heavy tree dose, no ventilation
gazes of the awe glimpse imagination.
reasons why you on my mind pacing,
no need for speed, no street racing.
my mama always tried to teach me patience,
but i aint the type to just sit around waitin.
im on my green light vegetation,
no red lights, no hesitations.
i cant be slippin, so i got my shoes on
no fish tales, no rats tell comb,
but i must be on track the way im runnin round your dome.
just dont drop the baton,
this is more than just a simple handoff.
watch me hit the endzone,
twenty five rhymes, get my reggie bush on.
i can see your expression, girl we grown,
so dont act that when your mind catches on.
play action pass off the dome,
call it perfect 10, santonio holmes.

just a lil somethin i wrote one day, first time writin a real poem... thoughts suggestions