Always and Foerver

I aint got nothing better to do than write this night away.
You see these words are foreplay.
Imagination is the room where I stay to write what I see through out the day.
Some may say that poetry is wack.
They just mad because they to trapped to relate to it.
See poetry always had my back.
And even though I never had much money rhymes I used to stack.
Billing and keeping track.
Sold more wisdom to my soul than any type of rap.
Imagine that rulers can’t measure that.
The treasure one can find in speaking their mind.
Never rushed or running out of time.
I’m a junkie to this high that beautiful words give me.
Immersed in love watching as they envy.
They never thought it was in me.
They were to busy watching emcee’s living.
A lie a waste of time, nothing combined can amount to a pure rhyme.
One minute you can shine and change a few minds.
Every body sitting and listening waiting for you to mention.
And they pay attention and credit is always due.
I’m in love with any person who pursues.
Careers in this field if you can’t get paid do it for a hobby
They will watch you from the lobby, spit a rhyme for bobby
Or that girl with that body or that dude that’s always eyeing
Girl he think you fly but he to shy to speak what’s inside
Poetry is the keys to his ride
Its lets him hop inside her heart from time to time
Creep in from behind she leaves the keys under the door.
It’s like telling a story it never gets boring
No sleeping no snoring just love and adornment
Heaven sent hell bound
Lost and now found
And I know you’re a witness these rhymes be relentless
Never gonna diss this
No matter how far the distance
Always on time for class when poetry is teaching
To hear him preach in rhyme is a gift
If you don’t care for it class dismissed
But poetry will always have my heart
And be my first love
Because it never asks me for much and no matter how long I go away he always keeps in touch
He helps me fulfill my potential
Helps me stay focused in this world I’m still mental
And I meant to do this a lil better
But poetry won’t complain because my pen won’t let her…!
Freestyle we wild this open letter can only get better!
Homie you better sweat her! Poetry poetry poetry
Roll with me you and I can make history!
Or at the least we can tell his-story!
D.Aisha Copyright 2010