amphibi.us

sittin’ at home
listnin’ to hip-hop
a Tribe Called Quest
and a little bit of Deltron
reciting their words
makin’ my lips hot
the friction of speech
makes my mind like a
time-bomb

then i get the itch to
write down my feelings
in a rhythmical stride
without mangling meanings
each word confides
to you and reveals things
secrets i keep
and dreams i am dreaming

and maybe make lyrical
my life in this cranium
show how hysterical
my mind creates the space i’m in
chaos my audience, and
i’m entertainin’ ‘em
throwing down hooks
switch fast
then replacing them.

my rhymes so sweet, they’re a treat, but
you’ll get diabetes
when i speak, i strengthen the weak
i
make warring nations sign treaties
my lines are emotive
my words so commodious
when i unload my wit i
unload all things annoying us
destroying us
the monsters and mists
the masters employing us

sittin’ at home
listnin’ to hip-hop
a Tribe Called Quest
and a little bit of Deltron
reciting their words
makin’ my lips hot
the friction of speech
makes my mind like a
time-bomb

wonder what is in my mind that has me wondering
why i think, what makes me tick
why i am existing, experiencing
it think therefor i am i think
but i still think it’s a mystery
illuminating nothing
nothing needs illuminating
thinking too hard can get so
intimidating
that’s why so many don’t think
they’re just copying me, aping me,
imitating.

of course i find it irritating, but
i get beyond it
there isn’t enough room in this life to
hang on to it

and what my purpose here is
to inspire others anyway

my purpose here is
to inspire others anyway

sittin’ at home
listnin’ to hip-hop
a Tribe Called Quest
and a little bit of Deltron
reciting their words
makin’ my lips hot
the friction of speech
makes my mind like a
time-bomb

© Stuart Mizrahi, 2009

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