Its been awhile since I felt the flow
And Instead of that heat
I got nothing but cold
Maybe I've just been too tense, ya know?
Too locked up, too cooped, too fitted, too tight
Like a veteran fighter about to lose his last fight
But tryin to climb free, leg poised to jump the fence
Cuz I've been learnin and learnin but nothing makes sense.
I'm like some jacked up hooptey, with chipped paint and dents
But my wheels still roll, yeah they can still turn
And as long as I got this fire, damnit ill still burn
Words that were locked up, for my breath they'd yearn
To show that lock and to sheath my key
To loose those words bound and shackled, set free
Forward from binds they tug on me.
And with this last breath, this very last verse
They rip and tear till forward they burst
Inhale, deep breath. Like new lungs
It has been a long time since i've written anything, but perhaps my touch of a poet is returned? Or.. perhaps not. Either way, opions are appreciated