Breakin' free of your encasing. Like a dog jumpin' over a chained-link, Chasing sentences with complimentary expressions 2 give the mental a clear view of an abstract image... Like lab rats swimmin' in a vat of hydrocholoric acid with snorkels in their mouths. The words flow from my mind 2 my fingers in a steady stream... I've already seen the pictures you're capable of sketching, The monumental towers of words U assist me in erecting... The lines of my pad are the mortar which holds in place the bricks of my pen's etchings. It's a blessing 2 affect people when they read my mind expressing vehemently against & 4 those topics that need addressing. Aggressively manifesting in the prose of soliloquy. My pen's capable of havin' souls feelin' me... So my minds gotta be strong & well equipped with solutions & facts. No pollution from crack or anything carried in paper sacks. I must keep my thinker intact. My ink helps prove that as fact. Without it, my mind's voice is flat.