Yo,It may be,
that same old street,
same old talk,
same walk and that same old heat,
hypying the overyped,
overwriting that same line,
i rain fine,
like drizzle,
my approach is take time,
never break mine,
this mind expands,
through reading and listening,
express the shivering,
that same feeling,
when you infront of a crowd,
and the hood noise over powers that of your mouth's,
it may be,
a little uncertainty,
not enough confidence,
or the fear that burdens me,
air time is what i strive for,
and i guess its what im alive for,
maybe...