I like the way this pen writes
So smooth the way it slides
Gliding across this vacant paper
Right in front of my eyes
This pen is not like other pens
And I am not like other guys
Not grounded to the earth, no bounds
With rhymes.. I fly
Rachet imagination, Nightmares at day Time
Laughin at these fake rappers, every time.. they ryme
Cuz its all the same shit
Money, Clothes, Cars and Hoes
Always throwin up they set like it’s the best but they don’t know
Griots, we’re the kings
The village listens as we sing
Songs of the past and Future
Healing wounds from the wars, Like a rhythmical suture
So silent you can hear the tick tock
Of the clocks
Plus my watch
Hear a pen drop
But can we make them stop?
I doubt it..
Divided we fall.. United we sand
Nowadays only thing united are soccer teams.. West Ham
But I’ll still be the best man, this village has seen
Run my tongue up and down the streets till our community’s clean
Allow the next kin to rest in, cradles made of clouds
Answers every question in the book so that they’ll all no how
To live life intoxicated.. walking on air
Weather I’m dead or alive my eyes will always be there..
One God..
One Love <3
LeoTheGroit
