I gotta say what's on my mind... U don't like it? Fine... Don't want U 2... I do me, U do U. I'll script verses with insertions of curses... Talk about things that get me upset, I don't care who it's capable of hurtin'... Cuz it's freedom, poetic. If I wrote it, U know I sed it... I wrote it so I woudln't forget it... When life gets 2 hectic I go on a mental ride... Freein' all thoughts from my mind In the form of poetic scribe... Let the reader decide if they feel the vibe. If not, it's still all right... Opinions differ & they're still respected... That's the beauty of the freedom of the poetic. U can ride on the back of a lion in the savannah, runnin' your fingers thru his mane... U can live in a neighborhood where the neighbors aren't tryin' 2 do better than that family with that common last name... Race black rhinos around the rings of Saturn... Married couples sharing in the upbringing of their children is an unfaltering pattern. The blessing of mind over matter... It can shatter images of disaster faster than people who'd scatter when they saw Casper. It can bring love 2 a darkened heart.... It can sing of the joys of embracing this smartened art. I pierce my mind with my pen whenever I write... I fiercely scribe pieces I believe has much insight... Key words are I believe... I don't care if people agree. If everyone had the same opinion about everything, we wouldn't be free, poetically... Like I sed, U do U, I'll do me... If U don't like what I write, then don't read. In my mind are troubling issues that have been deeply embedded... So I write about them cuz I have that freedom of the poetic.