What was there, Ain’t there no more, Can’t enter, These suppose closed door, Break in, Smash it, Disrupt, Just don’t corrupt your creativity, For it ain’t enough, That they can pay you, They will try to slave, That ain’t you, If then, Not anymore, That’s door is now closed.
Do you see me, Me, The one not so close, The one that’s not exposed, Don’t expose me, I am trying to stay hidden, But I can’t stop waving at you, As if I want you to come and play, But do I really want to? I don’t think so, I wish my face match my hands, Inviting, But I can’t, So I stay, In the corner, Away.
Once I step foot here, I made the earth shake,
Once I open my mouth to speak, all ears anxiously listened,
As I made my first motion with my hand, the world nervously watched,
Then I did something outrageous and opened a CAN OF WHOOP ASS.
Always listening, Following your words, Adjectives, nouns and verbs, I like the action you speak, As I see them take form, Your words mean a lot to me, The steady seas, Than a storm, You every word, Makes my day, So I wait, For them everyday.