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