Inspiration: Prom House
Word: Raps
Wishing Wanting
Wanting Wishing
Having
The lost tucked up
in the bottom of the rattling
The sun soaked up
in the bones of the inhibitors,
My love choked up
in the rhyming of the spitters...
he, hit, her
down to make a point
but the point lined up
and burned him with his joint
all the joints filled up
with with souls of all the bitter
now my lips cracked up
from likin' all the splitters....
but I sit coaxed up
laid back, relaxed
and laugh
at all my wack attempts to make raps....
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