writin poetry be my thing and hearin the emotions it brings
smoothly flowin like its singing no interruptions no rings
from the phone cuz im going on and on till i break
i cross out mistakes i wonder if this is gonna be my fate
fillin pages like im typin an essay straight killin the stages
it aint the dark ages so i engage sages to up my wages
so wise so i try to multiply coins into some dollar bills
i hear cries from lies they defy so they just run up the hills
tryin to escape from the confused walls and the bruise halls
abuse calls to stop u from fallin thru some fools stall
get up dont crawl keep it movin stand up like a true man
a true stand man a superman i see u and just say damn