blah blah blah.

i spit out words

lines lines lines.

yeah i love to rhyme.

i do it on a drop of a dime.

its my way  to shine.

my mind is stuck in over drive

all wheel spinning

i know ill never be winning

so sinning is my way of feeling the winning

i knew from the begining

id never be king

so i never jumped inn the rink

just stepped back and sipped my drink

study study and think.

thoughts of trying to over come the fight with out being in it.

wise words being quoted  L’s being rolled

souls being sold.and for what

to show that i have a heart of gold.

didn’t see it then.

no one is truly zen.

once they see the Truth greed swaps in

heart of cold are rare to find these days

so when  they find one

they shall start to  take apart

piece by piece

studying and trying to see what makes this  pure.

so from years of  years the hearted learned to stay in the back round blinding in .

even though they know deep down inside that they ARE unlike no other.

may not be better or worse. but pure.no man is better then the next.