So i sit at night,
pen and paper beside,
with the urge to pick up the pen n write,
words flowin through my head for another scribe.

Leave the house n i'm thinkin of lines,
thinkin "shit i need to write these rhymes",
i get back home n jot what i remember,
start stringin all those thoughts together,
gets to the point where i don't even think,
like a love triangle, me the paper and ink.

See when i finally found me,
i found a love for poetry,
summin that flows so naturally,
summin some people jus don't understand,
but here i can freely move my hand,
here are people who appreciate what i do,
so to all you talented n lovely people...
yeah yeah u know it's comin...lol
Thankyou =)