can’t fight the moonlight
it’s only right I’m leanin into my rhymes
It’s like a spell that I bind, when I recite the words that I write
a grip so tight, wrapped around the soul
time can move fast, time can move slow
my rhythm like a river, the way that I flow
my verbal so herbal
what I speak is the seed, what it means is the water that’ll make it grow
hotter than the summer, colder than a winter snow
this ain’t imaginary, i can make sweat or shiver from my vocabulary
what rolls of my tongue, sung both dirty and sanitary
my vocals are the sun, you can try and run but back to me, your a planetary gravitating
- Author: asrealastheycome ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2023 06:52
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 4
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