"I start to think/ and then I sink/ Into the paper/ like I was ink/ When im writin im trapped in between the lines/ I escape/ when I finish the rhyme/"
Posts: 2408 | Location: New Jersey | Registered: 11 December 2007
I wanna take the preconceived Out from underneath your feet We could shake it off And instead we'll plant some seeds We'll watch them as they grow And with each new beat From your heart the roots grow deeper The branches, well they reach for what?
Posts: 1023 | Location: near london | Registered: 10 September 2007