Puff, Paaasssssssssss.........

(Wrote this one on receipt paper at that Hookah bar wit Paris, Krissy and Shavonne....Remember T)

Air blows through my brains
And circulates through my veins,
Up through my spine
And into mother earth’s vines
Until it creates carbon dioxides on my insides.
Then I breath fresh air again…..
It hits harder as I let the ink bleed from the pen,
And Then…….AND THEN!!!!
Not just trying to rhyme the tick-tock with time
I spit anatomic vomit of intellectual rhyme
Eases my mind when time vibes with the 1-2 step
Improvisation of life’s tick tock clock
It goes tick tock,
‘Til it reaches the epitome of the epiphany again I breath…..
Fresh air flows through my lungs and I see you standing at the end of my last breath
And I sing and I sleep and again I Breath.