Think of a Rhyme | If you think real hard, then you can rhyme, all your words, all the time, it's not so hard, as some people think, you just have to have, some of this drink, the passion for words that fills up my head, is like a fever, that leaves my spirit dead, When no one is home, then no one comes back. You hold your head up high As if by that you fly Above the rest of us so low To your safe and hallowed hole You look down on me Just because you can No one knows why You're just a jerk The front you face us with Is just another lie Born into power Born into wealth Born into a world that knows no consequence | 2001-10-17 |