be rappers

fun, spontaneous writing with a friend

Oh, I do think most certainly not

My rhyme or writing is nowhere near hot

Enough, to make killer rhymes

That in the wind swing and chime

No, I'll never make nickels or dimes

> Because you're making the big bucks.

> Yeah, right no nickels for you.

I'll just write to internally find

Myself

And explore my internal well

> Oh yeah, deep stuff.

My mental health

> Twist, twist.

I'll never

Sell

My mind and soul

For a shot at fame and gold

Fools

> For you inner self never for the big bucks.

I dropped the money

> Aww.

From when my soul I sold

I've lost it, honey

> Oh you lost your soul?

My well, full of mold

I'm told

> I got, I got it.

I'm got

Externally trust I'm seeking

And hope my heart, it won't

Stop beating

> Don't stop.

My hold

It's slipping

This kool-aid I gotta stop sipping

> Yah yah, be careful don't choke.

Rise up, don't fear the hope

Spread your ruffled feathers

> Your ruffled feathers.

Pull yourself up by bootstraps weathered

Being burned didn't stop the phoenix

> Yah, shake the ashes.

It's time to fix and heal the broken bones

> Heal, heal.

Piece by piece, shard by shard

The dawn is burning

Inside the yearning

To fight for your soul

With might, though hard

Card, close to heart

> Awww, yah.

Rid and free the darkness within

The sun is rising

And time to begin

Plan, fight, muster

Through these times ahead

Lackluster

> Gray skys in the distance.

But every day

Step by step

Heartstring by heartstring

Strung and retuned

> And then.

Explore and vacate

Each and every

Cavern and crevice of you

Previously subsumed

> Sad, so sad.

Build anew, from ashes to silver

For gold, you now know, is not worth the weight

> Right, right no gold fot this guy.

Just be present, mindful

> Hard to do.

Nothing else is worth the wait

> Yah nothing yah.