Wednesday, November 19

Scattered

Rhyme. beatboxing. rhyme.
i feel like i am running outta time
i haven't got a clue
on what i am suppose to do

Blah. Blah. Blah.

leaves are green, brown, orange, red
i honeslty almost fled
from you and your prying
if you know me at all, that ain't good doin'

Spinning. Spinning. Spin.
the lottery we all wish to win
i dream to be in plaza mayor in madrid
just a carefree kid

Yes. No. Yes.
i know i am called to bless
so i will confess
though i am a mess
and my aunt can beat me in chess
and die she may, i guess
humbly, she, i will caress

Sing. Sing. Sing.
doing his moonwalk on the wing
michael, i gotta say
only likes to play
i think he should pay
and not get away

Here. There. Here.
i really do care
my mind is just scattered
this i do fear

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