Music in me

poem about the music in me

Can you stand the wind, the seasons pass and its on again.

Just trying to keep my head up trying not to sin, just trying to win.

Covered in gin shots and orange tops,

Hoodies and reeboks let life begin.

Fresh as morning dew.

New as a babies first words is how I give my songs to you.

Cool... Im easy.

So fortunate to hear me,

Good listeners what I need,

While cultivating my seed.

Buried deeper than a knife will cut ya.

But only blossoms in a music lover,

Story told about another... cat

Will never happen on wax.

This is love, life and history

as a matter of fact.

Im a r&b brother, never wanted to rap.

All that I know its in my soul and I will leave it at that.