The 16th Count

It is at these times
when the words seem to flow out
that I realize I am to variate and I can rhyme
the lyrics that you need and want
the thinking that you desire – so tight
they are all within the life of this one man
the art that you seek is all in here
the speech, the eyes, the blindness and the lies
everything that you thought exists
and everything that is soon to be created
here I am.

It is these words, hidden inside
it is my true self and not the one outside
it is the words that I commute
from my heart unto my brain
I need beats and things, and people and sounds
and I need imagination and I need life
and I need this air to breathe and thus say thanks
I need graffiti and I need the skies
I need the truth but also lies
I need to get this done and get it over
cause my brain's too fast and the beat is getting slower