when i spit its like i knit fine rhymes weaving lines in and out your mind that leave you speechless like a mime constricting your thoughts and constructing a new kind willingly consuming your ideas, ill close the curtains and the blinds only to find your brain lightly glowing in the dark unable to communicate like a dog without a bark sitting in the same spot like your in park paralyzed while your head is sterilized forming a new kind of art i paint new concepts, new dreams, and make you smart no longer will you be yellow bellied like a lark your eyes will see through the fakeness of their hearts and your sight will let you see if they are really right or if they're just another new aged acolyte infected by cars, money, and blight you're different from them now, you're a masterpiece, my starry night.
I realize there is no particular topic of it. It was late and i was just kind of letting my mind do whatever. This is my first time ever writing a rhyme though any feedback is appreciated.
The wings dont make you fly and The crown dont make you king
