squares in the sidewalk

[it was.]

eyes are all around and there's motion.
the years are changing numbers,
days are the same but with bits of growth in em.
every day i wake to the morning it's a canvas.
though the paints from yesterday have dripped off the previous
today i reassure there's possibility in this madness.
though some shadows look mighty devious in the evening
there's still me with a cup of joe, thinking "don't mind the deceiving,"
with open eyelids i know there's meaning,
i mean im seeing it
as im speaking it.
sometimes fiending over explanations
on how to bring it in.
then like a sign from the devine,
the bum on the side,
the one with no teeth in sight
raises his sign
reading "Just sink it in."
i smile and continue my stride,
my journey, my mission.
neurons and other insides are doing what they do
me, im sitting, im standing, im thinking, reading fiction
whatever it takes to inspire my diction.

 

[(Wordy)]

Would you rap this? Cos I can hear it being rapped, and it's working for me! The later parts especially, from "with open eyelids i know there's meaning" onwards. Although I've just been listening to Erik B & Rakim, which probably affected the way I heard your piece...

 

[it was.]

Would you rap this?

would i? yeah why not whenever im pissed or discouraged i try to flow my thoughts verbally. actually not just when im pissed. it's fun to see how long i can keep it going.