Heart filled rhymes from a lyrical poet, Unknown now, but no way I'll blow it Hands clenched tight with a gleem in my eye, pouring blood into words, the blood is mine Words like bricks and my voice is the mortar, My rhymes stand tall while I am shorter Kick-start air with oxygen flowing verses without a pen poetic thoughts but can't write them down freestyles in my head, could spit them for days while my pen stumbles through a maze to find the words I mean to say In ink or lead alive or dead people will know the things I've said.