I choked this time
Sorry but hey
The drinks on me
This time...
If you want to know why my smile faded
Why the happy died in my face
Well I can't help you with that
And good sir I think I'll have another cup of that
Smooth stuff...
I think I was predestined to live a life of pain
But forced to be the better person and not complain
Shit, is simple and clean how I maintain
The poetry keeps me going
While the mic gives me every reason to hate my voice
Like I have a choice
They say speak your mind
I like to write not spit all the time
But um, One coke or Pepsi if you gander
I think for this one imma need a chaser
It's not that I'm afraid of "it" and when I say it I mean my "voice"
It's my choice to shelter the inner me
Or by all means, shit any means to find the little me
And set it free...
I have great verses, lines
Tale's that go on through the century's of times
I'm the presence of greatness don't mistake this
Demeanor of the me you see today
I'm drinking away
All of it...
Yes, I'm drinking away my emotion with the potion
Running low on this coke but the liquor doesn't die
I strive to finish what I start and believe I have enough heart
To take this straight to my soul and make my self whole
Wow, everyone is staring at me, I guess i've said to much
Come on Bowens I think you need a another cup
