Category : Poems

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Mind going no time for rest gears moving in sequence
More Supernatural not physical I was metaphorically speaking
Outside the box is just the surface defragment all under pretence
One must exist on a higher plane where you feel the energy breathing
Without the dark can't be the light you're cool enough for a high five
But I keep it moving like the chow line

learned early on about right and wrongs
Then I found out that my wrongs were right

No time to chill just time to fight time to fight with each dire minute
With a hot pipe with fire in it

You can lock me down but ive freed my mind so the bikes flipped  with the tire spinning
My overstand not understood no 10-4 no copy
My balance point like a ballerina Rodger that don't drop me
Forbidden all in my hard drive space cleaned up no floppy