Vs.1:
Still, I gave you hundreds of metaphors/
took them in without water, just like a petite-for/
no swallowing or mastication, you proved you liked it raw/
so I broke it down for you, like four barrel carburetors/
old school fords, the choppy conjugator/
conventional abominator/
took you to the edge of love, normalcy of war/
What you believe in, is so profoundly in your core/
whether legwork is done, to probe and explore/
reached an epiphany, wide birth like open doors/
no matter how you arrived, authentic you can't distort/
signal cast on LCD screens through USB ports/
Flash Drive, Fast Ride, the knowledge teleports/
....
No comments:
Post a Comment